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AND  THE  SAVED  TRIBE  : 


AND  OTHER  POEMS, 


REV.  JAMES  SHIELDS  BOYD. 


KIRKSVILLE,  MO   : 

JOURNAL  POINTING  COMPANY, 

1891 


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FOR  FRIENDS  AND  PARISHIONERS. 


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GOXTEXTS, 


The  Lost  Ship.                 .                 .                 .  1 1 

Signincancy  of  Names,           .                 .  .28 

A  Pearl  Sought.               ...  32 

IN  MEMOR1AS. 

Aileen.                      .                 .                 .  .71 

Atha  Loraine.                   ...  69 

Death  in  Triumph.                  .                 .  .             70 

D  wight.              ....  82 

Etta  May.                 .                 .                 .  .76 

Father.             .                 .                 .                 .  60 

(jarneld.                  .                 .                 .  .65 

Harvey.             ....  48 

Irene.                       ...  .68 

Mabel.             ....  80 

Maud.                                         .                 .  .67 

Matthew  Hillis  Boyd.     ...  56 

Morton  and  Roy,                     .                 .  .78 

Mother.             ....  43 

Robert.                     ....  38 

Samuel.             ....  35 

Sorrow  Assuaged.                    .                 .  .             73 

MISCELLANEA. 

China  Wedding.               ...  92 

Far  away  Friends.                   .                 .  .           101 

Firing  Double  Barrels.                     .                 .  95 


CONTENTS. 

Friends  Named  Spencer,        .  .                  .96 

Giggling  Girls.                    .                  .  .                  106 

Good  Wishes.         .                 .  .                 .94 

Happily  Mated.                 .                  .  .                   121 

Horacic.                    .                  .  .                  .99 

Jingle.                .                  .                  .  .                   in 

Little  Girl  to  her  Canary,       .  .                 .116 

Missouri  Conference,       .                 .  .                  104 

On  Wheels,              .                 .  .                 .108 

Our  Christmas  Ship,       ...  90 

Sysiphus's  Punishment,         .  .                 .87 

That  Bank  Check,            .                 .  .                  117 

The  Greeks.             .                 .  .                 .91 

To  Bell  From  Foster,       .                 .  .                  100 

Willie  Bean,            ....  98 


I  cannot  cease,  it  seems,  to  rhyme, 
But  often  in  the  shreds  of  time,* 
Spontaneous  stanzas  worth  small  praise 
Will  bubble  up  in  measured  phrase. 

Though   none  of  these  the  standard  reach 
Which  my  own  mind  demands  of  each, 
Yet  now  in  print  I  venture  here 
To  let  my  jingling  staves  appear. 

Not  penned  to  fill  a  critic's  eye, 
Nor  please  advanced  poetic  taste  ; 
Will  friends  peruse  in  charity 
The  unpretending  lines  here  traced. 

THE  AUTHOR. 
Lamoure,  North  Dakota,  1891. 


'•'•During  occasional  wakeful  moments  at  night,  while  walking  the 
street,  waiting  in  depots,  ridingon  the  cars,  and  especially  while  riding 
in  my  buggy  doing  Home  Missionary  Work  over  the  prairies  of  Missouri, 
Minnesota,  and  North  Dakota,  these  effusions,  such  as  they  are,  were 
thought  out  and  jotted  down,  some  of  them  with  not  a  little  labor  and  study. 


Lost  -Sfsi     aT2tl 


OR 

THE  BOYDS  AND  THEIR  KIN. 

Being  lines  written  for,  and  with  sentiments  of  sincere  esteem,  respect 
fully  dedicated  to  the  friends  met  in  "The  First  Boyd  Convention," 
holding  its  sessions  in  Beaver,  Pennsylvania,  October  26  and  27,  1881, 
and  to  the  scores  of  other  First,  Second  and  Forty-second  Cousins, 
with  which  a  Kind  Father,  in  His  merciful  Providence,  has  dotted  sev 
eral  states. 

If  lightnings  flash 
Without  a  cloud 
Upon  the  sky, 
Or  torrents  dash 
And  roar  aloud 
When  streams  are  dry  ; 
If  meteors  blaze, 
Or  cyclones  rush 
With  dreadful  swirl : 
It  casts  amaze — 
A  startled  hush — 
O'er  boy  and  girl 
And  every  one 
Beneath  the  sun 
Who  may  behold. 

So,  round  my  thought 
Surprise  untold 
Encoiled  its  fold 
-  And  trembling  brought. 


14  THE  LOST  SHU'. 

Ah !  how  each  joys  to  trace 
His  different  winding  way 
Until  he  reach  the  spot 
With  such  deep  interest  fraught, 
Where  all,  (for  this  the  plan,) 
Shall  greet  the  whole  Boyd  clan. 

But  others,  too,  would  fain 

This  happy  meeting  gain. 

Yea,  with  the  Boyds,  each  Coe, 

As  all  must  know, 

Desires  to  go 

And  meekly  blow 

His  own  small  horn. 

As  so  do  all 

Whose  names  adorn 

The  primal  stock, 

On  this  glad  morn, 

Have  wish  to  flock 

With  all  their  will 

To  Beaverville, 

Nor  pause  at  all, 

But  boldly  knock, 

And,  entering,  walk 

Where  all  the  talk 

Of  friend  with  friend 

Shall  surely  lend 

A  charming  spell, 

And  shame  the  clock 

Its  time  to  tell. 

Yes,  Wilson,  Shields, 

Dinsmore  and  Jack, 

Negley  and  Brown, 

Each,  if  he  could, 

Most  surely  would 


THE  LOST  SHIP.  15 

Employ  his  heels 
In  going  back, 
Each  his  own  track, 
To  add  renown, 
(Perchance  his  pelf,) 
To  the  old  town 
And  meeting  rare 
Assembled  there, 
And  each  a  share 
Claim  for  himself. 

But  whence  arose 
These  numerous  friends 
Whose  number  grows, 
And  more  extends 
As  onward  flows 
The  stream  of  time  ? 
But  heed  my  rhyme 
And  you  shall  know 
The  origin 
Of  our  dear  kin 
In  this  free  land: 
And  how  did  grow 
So  very  soon 
So  large  a  band, 
As  rills  in  June 
When  freshets  flow 
And  flood  the  strand. 

Within  an  Erin  port  there  lay 
A  ship  that  thought  to  sail  away 
Across  the  sea  a  certain  day 
With  cargo  such  as  ships  convey. 
The  trip  proposed  would  hie  it  West 
Across  Atlantic's  treach'rous  breast. 


THE  -LosT  SHIP.  17 

Both  freight  and  passengers  might  ride 

In  hold  or  cabin  o'er  the  tide. 

The  busy  dock  now  busier  teemed, 

As  faster  traffic  to  it  streamed. 

The  vessel's  crew,  jolly  and  brave 

As  ever  wrought  upon  the  wave, 

More  active  grew  as  day  by  day, 

The  moment  came  when  each  should  say 

A  long  good  bye,  yea,  as  it  proved, 

A  last  farewell,  to  those  he  loved. 

Some  sturdy  emigrants  had  paid 
The  charge  for  passage  which  was  made, 
And  now  aboard,  with  thought  intense, 
They  bide  the  time  for  sailing  hence. 

Among  this  roaming  company 
There  was  an  humble  family 

Of  father,  mother  and  two  youth. 
Of  Presbyterian  stock  they  came — 
A  folk  who  first  received  their  name 

When  Knox,  the  fearless,  preaching  truth 
On  Scotia's  hills,  so  bold  appeared 
That  even  cruel  Mary  feared. 

This  father  and  his  household  dear, 
Who  wished  across  the  Main  to  steer, 
Had  left  their  native  Em 'raid  home 
Fair  Columbia  to  roam. 

How  strong  the  ties  that  bind  them  still 
To  shamrock  vale  and  heathered  hill ! 
Ho\v  lingeringly  their  hearts  reply 
To  every  tearful  friend's  good  bye ! 


1 8  THE  LOST  SHIP. 

And  yet  they  leave  their  fatherland, 
Entreating  guidance  from  His  hand 
Who  leads  His  people  for  the  best 
Until  they  reach  their  final  rest. 

But  while  they  wait  with  mingled  fears 
And  hopes  that  smile  through  starting  tears, 
A  disappointment  sad  and  grave 
Delays  their  trip  across  the  wave. 
The  ship's  physician,  on  his  round, 
The  dreaded,  deadly  small-pox  found. 
That  fell  disease,  which  oft  destroys, 
Had  seized  those  parents'  tender  boys. 

Hence,  quickly  they  are  put  ashore : 
The  parents,  too,  must  needs  remain 

Till  seemed  the  risk  completely  o'er, 
When  all  might  venture  forth  again. 

The  boat,  however  sailed  away 
As  bulletined  and  billed  that  day  : 

/  O  t\  q 

But  sad  hearts.were  draped  in  black, 
For  tidings  of  it  ne'er  came  back.* 

*  After  the  Historical  address  of  Rev.  J.  F.  Boyd,  made  at  "the 
First  Boyd  Convention,"  was  printed  and  came  to  hand,  I  learned 
from  it  that  this  ship  was  not  lost,  as  from  childhood  I  had  under 
stood  from  others,  but  that  it  spent  nineteen  weeks  on  the  ocean, 
had  been  driven  by  storms  south  of  the  equator,  many  on  board 
had  sickened  and  died,  and  the  remaining  passengers  and  crew 
had  almost  famished  for  want  of  water.  When  the  belated  vessel 
at  length  reached  America,  the  Fultons  on  it  who  had  survived  the 
long  voyage,  found  that  their  friends.  John  and  Mary  Fulton  Boyd 
and  their  two  boys,  who  had  been  sorrowfully  left  behind,  had  ar 
rived  in  this  country  more  than  six  weeks  before  them. 

Had  the  boys  gone  on  that  first  vessel,  under  the  disease  that 
prostrated  them,  it  can  hardly  be  supposed  they  would  have  sur 
vived  the  voyage.  Hence,  I  have  chosen  to  let  the  remaining  sup 
positions  and  inferences  of  my  lines  remain  as  at  first  penned. 


THE  LOST  SHIP.  19 

A  generation  passed  away ; 

What  mighty  change  Old  Time  had  wrought! 
Within  a  newer  country  lay 

The  scene  which  now  the  vision  caught. 

A  rustic  church  stood  in  its  grove 

Of  maple,  walnut,  ash  and  oak ; 
Where  heathen  red  men  once  did  rove, 

But  now  assembled  Christian  folk. 
How  glad  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 

When  once  a  month,  or  twice,  perchance, 
The  neighborhood  with  one  accord, 
As  those  who  look,  for  faith's  reward, 

In  scattered,  strolling  knots  advance. 
Concentring  up  each  winding  way. 

At  length  all  near  the  chapel's  door. 
Most  come  afoot :  but  now  some  stay 

To  doff  the  dusty  shoes  they  wore, 

And  don  the  cleaner  ones  they  bore ; 
While  those  removed  each  safely  stows 
Among  the  leaves  in  winnowed  rows 
Collected  by  the  Autumn  breeze, 
And  roofed  against  the  fallen  trees. 
There  nestled  close,  as  oft  before, 
The  shoes  may  sleep  till  preaching  o'er, 
When  new  and  old  must  swap  once  more. 

Since  but  at  times  the  people  meet, 
Their  greetings  are  the  greater  treat. 
Glad  conversation  hums  around ; 

And  oft,  as  thoughts  the  more  unhinge. 

Their  gossip  takes  a  worldly  tinge, 
Forgetful  of  forbidden  ground. 


THE  LOST  SHIP.  21 

But  here  and  there  the  pious  spake 

Of  sacred  things,  and  gladder  grew, 
As  each  to  others  brought  to  view 

What  God  had  wrought  for  Jesus,  sake. 

Four  preachers  came  :  each  young  and  hale, 

But  each  untaught  at  Harvard,  Yale, 

Or  ajiy  school  of  such  renown ; 

They  studied  in  an  humble  town, 

Yet  read  their  Greek  and  Latin  well, 

And  e'en  in  some  lines  did  excel. 

Possessed  of  excellencies  rare, 

Self-taught  and  practical  they  were, 

And  most  of  all  were  men  of  prayer. 

In  manner  simple  and  direct, 

They  spake  with  unction  and  effect ; 

And  often  did  the  Spirit  bless, 

And  give  their  labors  rich  success. 

Their  friendliness  was  no  surprise, 
For  they  were  bound  with  double  ties. 
Descended  from  one  common  stock, 
As  brothers  in  the  flesh  they  walk. 
And  each  again  born  from  above, 
As  brothers  in  the  Lord  they  love. 
Thus  joined  by  nature  and  by  grace, 
Each  loving  each  and  all  the  race, 
They  strive  in  faith,  with  one  accord, 
To  bring  the  wayward  to  the  Lord ; 
And  hope  themselves  to  gain  the  prize 
The  Master  gives  beyond  the  skies. 

This  ministerial  brother-band 
That  day  together  took  the  stand. 


THE  LOST  SHU'. 

One  lined  a  Psalm ;  one  read  the  Word 

Assuring  of  a  Father's  care : 
And  then,  with  voice  devout,  a  third 

Address  the  Throne  of  Grace  in  prayer. 

In  gladly  rev'rent,  solemn  strain, 
The  congregation  sang  again, 
When  James  arose.     His  text  he  read: 
"To  him  that  overcomes,1'    it  said, 
"The  hidden  manna  I  will  give,1' 
(Who  eats  by  faith  shall  ever  live,) 
"And  I  will  give  him  a  white  stone, 

And  on  the  stone  a  new  name  writ 
Which  no  man  knows  save  he  alone- 
Yea,  he  who  now  receiveth  it.11 
The  sermon  prompted  Christian  hope : 
It  lifted  drooping  spirits  up; 
It  called  for  full  assurance  here, 
While  waiting  till  the  Lord  appear. 

But  none  shall  know  till  Heaven's  review 
The  fruit  that  from  that  service  grew. 
Nor  is  there  language  to  declare 
The  good  those  pastors  did  elsewhere. 

Three  early  closed  their  toil  below : 

One  late  in  life  was  called  to  go ; 

All  left  good  works  to  follow  on 

And  bless  the  world  when  they  were  gone. 

But  who  can  trace  all  God  has  planned? 
Who  praise  enough  His  guiding  hand? 
Or  hint  the  means  He  doth  command? 
This  quartette,  pastor,  brother  band 


THE  LOST  SHIP.  23 

Had  brothers  in  the  flesh  just  three, 

And  sisters  two,  as  all  agree, — 

A  clever  family  of  nine, 

Dear  offshoots  from  the  parent  vine,— 

And  each  grew  up  to  plant,  in  turn, 

Another  vine  within  the  Urn — 

The  family  Urn,  which  overflows, 
And  wider,  still  much  wider  grows 
With  every  generation's  close  ; 
Which  will  expand  without  abate, 
At  more  and  more  a  rapid  rate, 
As  generations  cumulate. 

How  wisely  kind  and  how  immense 

The  mystery  of  Providence ! 

It  touches  all  life's  hidden  springs, 

And  weaves  the  whole  mixed  web  of  things ; 

Controlling,  guiding,  ruling  all, 

If  nations  rise,  or  leaflets  fall. 

Of  these  four  brothers,  side  by  side, 
Who  with  each  other  did  divide 
The  parts  of  service  on  that  day 
When  settlers  met  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  hear  the  gospel  from  the  Word 
The  sweetest  message  ever  heard — 
Of  these  four  brothers  of  one  name, 
Two  were,  in  truth,  the  very  same 

Who,  long  before 

Were  put  ashore 

To  convalesce 

From  their  distress, 
Or  sink  beneath  the  fell  disease. 
While  sailed  that  ship  with  fated  breeze, 


24  THE  LOST  SHIP. 

Alas  to  roam, 

And  never  come 

To  those  bereft 

When  it  had  left. 

The  lads,  however,  wondrous !  true ! 
Thus  strangely  spared — their  parents,  too, 
Another  day  did  cross  the  "blue.11 

"God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

His  purposes  (e'er)  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower.1' 

In  love  he  willed  those  lads  should  live, 

And  preach  the  gospel  of  his  grace ; 
He  purposed  they  and  theirs  should  give 

To  earth  and  Heaven  a  numerous  race. 
So,  in  His  wisdom's  boundless  reach, 

With  ease  controlling  mortal  breath, 
He  sent  a  pestilence  to  each, 

To  save  thus  from  untimely  death. 

Had  that  tried  household  sailed  that  day, 
How  changed  the  world  no  one  can  know 

Amazed  with  awe,  our  hearts  now  say, 
Behold  what  wonders  God  doth  show! 

This  bright  convention  ne'er  had  been, 
Nor  one  of  all  our  kindred  born ; 

Yea,  hundreds  less  would  glad  convene 
To  greet  the  Resurrection  morn. 


THE  LOST   SHIP.  25 

If  John  and  Abram  Boyd  that  day 
Had  not  been  forced  behind  to  stay, 
Through  strange  but  kindest  Providence, 
While  sailed  that  doomed  vessel  hence. 

Then,  rev'rently  our  hymn  we  sing: 
Yes,  thankfully  our  tribute  bring 
To  Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord  and  King, 

Who  guides  us  all  our  ways. 
Our  fathers  and  forefathers,  too, 
He  led  by  love  they  never  knew 
Till  homed  in  Heaven  its  springs  they  view, 

And  shout  His  worthy  praise. 

The  glass  of  life  so  quickly  runs, 
That  many  of  our  sires  and  sons 
And  many  happy  little  ones 

Have  passed  beyond  the  flood  ; 
For  mothers,  too,  and  sisters  dear 
We  drop  the  warm  but  trustful  tear, 
For  faith  assures  they  now  appear 

Around  the  throne  of  God. 

When  gathered  at  the  Judgment  Day ; 
When,  "Come,  ye  blessed,'1  Christ  shall  say: 
As  rolls  eternity  away, 

Shall  we  each  other  know  ? 
With  kindred  born  before  our  birth, 
Shall  we  then  meet  and  talk  of  earth, 
And  loudly  sound  His  praises  forth, 

\Vho  died  for  us  below  ? 

Ah !  surely  we  shall  grasp  the  hand 
Of  loved  ones  in  that  happy  Jand, 
Around  the   throne  together  stand, 
And  tell  our  mercies  o'er: 


The  Praise  and  Hope  of  Kindred, 


R.<v.     J.  S.  BOYD. 


REV.  J.  S.  BOYD. 


1.  Now  rev'rently  our  hymn  we  sing;  Yes  thauk-ful-ly  our   tribute  bring; 

2.  The    glass  of  life    so  quickly  runs.  That  many  of  our  sires  and  sons, 
When  gathered  at  the  judgement  day;  When"Come  ye  blesseU"Christ  shall  say 

3.  Ah    surely  we  shall  grasp  the  hand  Of  loved  ones  in  that    happy   land. 


We  all  u-nile  to  praise  our  King.  Who  guides  us  all  our  ways, 
And  ma  -  ny  hap  -  py  lit  -  tie  ones  Have  passed  beyond  the  flood: 
As  rolls  e-ter  -  ni  -  ty  a  -  way,  Shall  we  each  oth  -  er  know? 
And  'round  the  throne  togedi  -  er  stand, And  count  our  mercif.^  o'er; 


Our  fa  -  triers  and  fore-fathers     too,  He  led     by  love  they    never  knew, 
For  mothers,  too,  and  sisters  dear,  We  drop  the  warm  but    trustful  tear, 
With  kindred  gone  before  our  birth  Shall  we  then  meet  and  talk  of  earth, 
If  each  on  earth  did  Christ  profess, And  trust  alone    His    righteousness, 

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Till  home  in  heav'n  its  springs  they  view, And  shout  His  worthy  praise. 
For  faith     assures  they  now  ap-pear  A-round  the  throne  of     God. 
And    loud  -  ly  sound  His  praises  forth  Who  died  for  us      be  -  low? 
Then,  all      a-bove     in  heav'nly  dress  Shall  meet  to  part  no      more. 


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THE  LOST  SHIP.  27 

If  each  on  earth  did  Christ  profess, 
And  trust  alone  His  righteousness, 
Then,  all  above  in  heav'nly  dress 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

This  truth  the  blessed  hope  inspires, 
That  we  shall  joyful  strike  our  lyres, 
Where  harp  nor  harper  ever  tires, 

With  those  ne'er  seen  on  earth  ; 
That  John  and  Abram,  Margaret.  James, 
And  Henry,  Mary— all  the  names — - 
Our  grandsires  loved  and  our  granddames — 

We'll  greet  through  Jesus1  worth. 

How  glad  the  reunited  throng, 
And  oh !  how  jubilant  the  song 
Which  they  forevermore  prolong 

For  God's  mysterious  love  ; 
That  love  which  first  did  condescend : 
Which  sought  and  made  each  one  a  friend, 
And  cheered  and  kept  until  the  end, 

Then  took  to  Heaven  above. 

O  Lord,  may  those  now  far  away, 
Whose  hearts  are  with  us  here  to  day, 
Clasp  hands  with  us  on  high,  we  pray, 

As  near  the  throne  we  press ; 
May  every  family  of  our  kin, 
Yea,  every  soul,  a  mansion  win, 
And  all  at  last  be  gathered  in 

Through  Christ  our  Righteousness. 

Then,  Lord,  we'll  lift  our  loftier  praise, 

Our  hallelujahs  higher  raise, 

Thy  love  proclaim  through  endless  days 

In  one  ecstatic  song: 
To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Shall  honors  evermore  be  done 

By  all  the  white-robed  throng. 


OR, 

SOME  BOYD-NAMES  INDICATING  CHARACTER. 


(Lines  read  as  part  of  an  address  made  before  the  second    Boyd-Conven- 

tion,  held  in  the  parlors  of  the  Presbyterian  church, 

Lima,  Ohio,  October  24th  and  25th,    188}. 

The  reader  will  please  bear  in  mind:  John  means,  "The  gracious 
gift  of  God;"  Abraham,  "Father  of  a  multitude;"  James,  the  same  as 
Jacob,  before  he  "wrestled"  with  the  Angel,  "Supplanter;"  afterwards, 
"Prevailer;"  Benjamin,  "Son  of  the  right-hand;"  Robert,  "Bright  in 
fame;"  Henry,  "Head  or  Chief  of  a  Household;"  Margaret,  "A  Pearl;" 
Mary,  "Star  of  the  Sea;"  Joseph,  "Adding,"  or  "He  shall  add." 

John,  Abram,  James  and  Benjamin  were  Ministers  of  the  Gospel. 
Robert,  Henry  and  Joseph  were  Ruling  Elders  in  the  Presbyterian  church, 
and  each  was  a  teacher  of  music,  Robert  giving  special  attention  to  the 
profession. 

Margaret  and  Mary  were  wives  of  Ruling  Elders  in  the  Presbyterian 
church.  The  father  of  all  these,  who,  with  his  wife  and  two  children, 
came  to  the  United  States  in  1872,  and  settled  in  Westmorland  County, 
Pennsylvania,  was  also  a  Ruling  Elder  in  the  church,  and  a  musician. 

From  Erin's  vales 
In  shamrock  dressed, 
Far  to  the  West 
By  ocean  gales 

Safe  wafted,  ventured  man  and  wife 
To  find  a  New-world  home  for  life. 

Two  toddling  boys 
They  brought  along, 
And  as  a  throng 
Of  like-loaned  joys 

Filled,  one  by  one,  their  fireside  reach, 
A  meaning  name  they  gave  to  each. 


SIGNIFICANCE  OF  NAMES. 

They  were  so  drawn 
To  their  first  boy 
They  leapt  for  joy, 
And  called  him  John, 
In  thanks  to  Him  who  from  above 
Bestows  such  'Gracious  Gifts'  in  love. 

Their  second  born 
They  Abram  named ; 
He,  not  ashamed 
At  that  great  Morn, 

Shall  be  to  own,  where  palms  are  waved, 
The  'multitude'  his  labors  saved. 

And  then  came  James, 
Whose  soul  "in  pain'' 
'Wrestled'  to  gain 
Among  the  names 
The  Book  of  Life  doth  well  record 
A  place  for  his  through  Christ,  the  Lord. 

Next  Benjamin. 

A  'Right-hand  Son', 
His  life  begun. 
To  quickly  win 

From  loving  kin  affection  rare. 
And  long  their  ills  to  help  them  bear. 

Robert,  the  'Bright", 
The  cheery  youth, 
As  true  to  truth 
As  firm  in  right, 

Ere  long  the  household  light  increased, 
Won  'fame'  in  song  till  God  released. 


30  SlGXIFICAXCY   OF   NAMES. 

Then  Henry  came, 

Through  days  not  brief, 
As  'Head,  or  Chief, 
To  give  his  name 
To  many  a  welcomed  lass  and  lad 
Till  childrens'  children  children  had. 

The  first  fond  girl 

Their  hearts  embrace, 
A  plant  of  grace, 
They  well  named  'Pearl' ; — 
Translated,  this  pet-name  she  heard, 
But  Margaret,  with  the  word  transferred. 

And  none  can  tell 
With  tongue  or  pen 
How  Mary  then 
The  joy  did  swell — 
The  family  joy — as  'Star  like',  there 
Her  radiance  beamed,  as  everywhere. 

A  Rachel's  boy, 
His  father's  pride, 
Of  souls  the  guide, 
Till  with  convoy 
Of  angel  guards  he  sped  above, 
Was  Joseph,  'Adding  love  to  love'. 

These  worthy  nine, 
Long  gone  before, 
Upon  the  shore 
Beyond  to  shine. 
We  honor  and  revere  to  day, 
Nor  shall  their  memory  fade  a\vay. 


SiGXIKlCANCY   OF   NAMES.  3! 

Significant 

The  names  they  bore. 
And  they,  too,  wore 
A  permanent 

And  faith-built  character  of  worth, 
Which  Scripture  styles  'the  salt  of  earth'. 

Our  effort  be 
To  imitate, 
Nor  e'er  abate 
The  ex'lency 

And  good  repute  the  tribe  has  won, 
Till  all  the  tribe's  earth-work  is  done. 

Then  to  the  Lord, 
Who  is  our  God. 
\Ve'll  sound  abroad 
With  one  accord 

His  highest  praise,  for  all  the  grace 
His  love  has  shown  our  favored  race. 


My  great  grand-parents  called  their  first  daughter  Margaret,  which, 
"being  interpreted,"  is  'A  Pearl.'  Years  afterward  when  he  who  WAS  TO 
BE" Uncle  Joe  ShieUs"took  it  in  his  head  that  he  would  go  out,  not  to 
any  Black  Hills  of  Modern  wild-gooseism,  which  provide  'for  certain' 
many  a  'sinking  fund'  from  which  but  few  are  ever  able  very  flushingly  to 
"raise  the  dust;"  but  with  carefulness  and  judgment  to  seek  "goodly 
pearls"  nearer  home;  and  when,  after  a  prudent  venture,  he  had  found 
one  "pearl"  which  he  considered  of  "great  price"  indeed,  then,  like  the 
patient,  plodding,  persevering,  proper  man  he  was, — 

He  did  not,  could  not,  would  not  rest, 

Till  to  his  breast 

In  love  he  pressed 

This  precious  "Pearl," 

No  more  a  girl . 

But  now  his  wife, 

Wedded  for  life, 

To  make  him  rich  beyond  compare : 
One  flesh  with  him  earth-toil  to  share, 

Till  earth-toil  o'er, 

Of  use  no  more, 
Their  fleshy  tent  is  taken  down, 

And  quick  they  fly 

To  gain  on  high 
Within  the  'pearly  gates'  a  crown. 


(SAAIUKL  WALLACE  BOYD,    BORN  MARCH    25,1841.    DIED  AUGUST 

4,  1842.) 

Tall,  giant  oaks  adjacent  wave, 
The  springing  grass  greenswards  the  grave 
Where,  long  ago,  we  sadly  laid 
Our  first  departed,  while  we  prayed 
Sustaining  grace  from  God  above, 
Whose  chastenings  are  all  in  love : 
Whose  help  upholds  when  griefs  assail ; 
Yea,  whose  compassions  never  fail. 

The  one  belov'd  for  whom  our  tears 
Distilled  that  day  like  dripping  rain, 

Was  but  a  child  of  infant  years, 

Loaned  us  by  heaven  for  heaven  to  train. 

Scarce  seventeen  months  of  our  home  life 
Had  he  with  coo  and  laugh  and  love 
Cheered  as  a  gift  from  heaven  above, 
When,  shrinking  from  the  din  and  strife 
And  sin  and  woe  that  madly  jars 
All  things  below,  and  sadly  mars 
Much  human  joy,  his  spirit  fled 
To  join  the  glory  overhead, 
And  swell  the  anthem  round  the  throne, 
Where  none  have  ever  sung  alone, 
Since  Abel  first  appeared  in  white 
With  angels  wondering  at  the  sight. 


36  SAMUEL. 

No  dear  one  had  we  ever  wept : 
So  now  this  sudden  sorrow  swept 
And  swayed  our  being.     But  there  crept, 
Ere  long,  as  days  and  weeks  went  bye, 
Such  tender  chastenings  o'er  our  hearts 
As  mellowness  to  life  imparts, 
And  sends  the  thoughts,  oftimes,  on  high, 
Where,  as  the  Holy  Scriptures  say, 
Bright  boys  and  girls  enraptured  play 
Upon  the  streets  prepared  for  them 
Within  the  new  Jerusalem. 

He  was  our  youngest,  fondest  pet : 
Sweet  smiles  his  face  in  memory  yet. 
Yes,  oft  at  eve,  in  fancy's  ear, 
With  almost  startled  throb  I  hear 
The  echo  of  his  quick  foot-falls 
Resounding  from  our  log-house  walls : 
His  prattling  innocence  of  talk, 
While  toddling  down  the  garden  walk ; 
To  spring-house,  barn,  or  meadow-lawn, 
Where  first  some  older  friend  had  gone  : 
Or,  scattering  o'er  the  bare  oak  floor 
Of  playthings  all  his  little  store  : 
Exhibiting  from  day  to  day 
His  mirthful  innocence  of  play. 
I  see  as  in  a  waking  trance. 
His  spirit-beaming  countenance, 
And  almost  feel  his  warm  embrace, 
As,  pressing  to  my  cheek  his  face, 
He  fondled  with  his  sweet  caress, 
Until,  with  glad  emotion  rilled, 
My  inmost,  better  being  thrilled 
All  through  and  through  with  tender  love- 
Sweet  inspiration  from  above — 


SAMUEL.  37 

As  to  my  heart  his  form  I  press, 
Imprinting  kisses  on  his  brow, — 
Ah!  this  but  fond  remembrance  now. 

But  faith  beholds  him  near  the  throne, 
Where  darlings,  saved  from  every  zone 
And  clime  and  kindred,  land  and  tongue, 
Redeemed  by  Christ,  though  yet  so  young, 
Enrobed  in  white,  forever  raise 
Ecstatic  notes  of  lofty  praise, 
And  ceaseless  will  to  endless  days. 

O,  often  I  can  scarce  repress 

What  some  may  deem  irreverent  guess, 

Or  speculation's  rash  surmise. 

Does  his  "large,  sweet  and  asking  eyes, 

Down-looking  from  some  heavenly  hill. 

Or  from  the  shade  of  saintly  palms ; 

Or  silver  reach  of  river  calms,"1 
Through  ether  vast  "behold  me  still?"1 
Such  query  none  can  answer  now ; 
Let  trusting  hearts  in  meekness  bow. 
But  why  not  feel  he  is  not  far, 
••Since  near  at  need  the  angels  are?" 
And  when  to  me  Heav'ns  gates  unbar, 

Shall  I  not  see  him  waiting  stand? 

And   welcome  give  with  beckoning  hand 
To  joys  nought  evermore  shall  mar? 

Dark  things  shall  some  day  be  revealed  ; 
Then  bruised  hearts  shall  all  be  healed, 
Each  tongue  and  voice  in  rapture  tell 
The  Father  hath  clone  all  things  well. 


Rofiert. 

(ROBERT  REDICK  BOYD.  BORN  FEBRUARY  4,  1839.    DECEASED  AUGUST 

9,   1842.) 

The  next  we  wept  and  carried  there, 
A  brother's  crumbling  dust  to  share, 
Had  also  drawn  love-tendrils  strong 
About  our  hearts,  till,  as  a  song 

jtolian-breathed,  oft  thrilling,  cheers. 
Vibrating  joys  our  bosoms  throng, 

Though  he  was  but  of  tender  years. 
Four  flowering  summers  scarce  had  come 

Since  first  he  nestled  like  a  dove 
On  the  fond  bosom  of  our  home, 

When,  from  celestial  heights  above, 
His  guardian  angel,  stealthily, 
With  startling  suddenness  did  fly, 
Descending  where  our  darling  lay, 
Upward,  again,  through  parted  sky- 
Where  saints  and  seraphs  sing  on  high, 
With  glad  convoy  back  to  convey 
His  soul  released  from  mortal  clay. 

Slept  now  two  brothers  side  by  side ; 
But  one  short  week  did  them  divide. 
The  younger  scarce  had  disappeared. 
And  left  our  next  pet  more  endeared 
To  all  our  hearts  than  e'er  before. 

When,  paling  as  a  cloud  from  view. 

Or  like  the  softly  melting  dew. 
He  also  quit  forevermore 
This  world's  inhospitable  shore, 


ROBERT.  39 

To  gambol  in  the  upper  fold 
About  the  streets  enpaved  with  gold, 
Where  all  in  holy,  glad  employ 
Eternal  blessedness  enjoy. 

Though  almost  fifty  years  have  rled 

-Since  unrestrained,  warm  tears  we  shed 

In  this  bereavement,  we,  with  all 

The  vividness  of  yesterday,  recall 

Of  him  the  many  pleasant  ways ; 

His  antique  words  and  antic  plays: 

How,  courting  shade  on  sunny  days, 

He  strolled  the  neighboring  pin-oak  grove  : 

How'he  through  meadow's  length  would  rove; 

Or,  mimicking  fast  racers,  drove 

His  kittens  in  a  chariot  course : 

Or  rode  the  broom-stick  for  a  horse, 

Which,  whipped  behind,  fast  o'er  the  floor 

Paced  prancingly  from  door  to  door. 

Prowled  he  through  mows  with  boyish  zest 

And  grass  and  weeds  for  each  hen's  nest: 

Triumphant  brought  in  loaded  cap 

The  fresh  laid  eggs  to  mother's  lap. 

To  be  by  her  laid  up  for  use. 

And  next,  perhaps,  he  played  at  "goose "- 

At  "goose,  a  goose,  a  gander:'1  or 

"Poor  pussey  wants  a  corner;"  for 

Such  games  were  common  then,  betimes. 

When  neighboring  children,  visiting, 

All  voices  would  hilarious  ring 

As  joyously  as  wedding  chimes. 

Oft  quick  he  gambolled  round  the  house : 
Fast  hied  from  field  the  pastured  cows, 
Then  sued  for  milk,  fresh,  warm  and  sweet : 
Froth -freighted  high — a  special  treat: 


40  ROBERT. 

Or  rode  old  '"Fly" — most  gentle  nag — 
To  watering  place:  or  played  at  "tag." 
Or,  if  there  were  young  friends  enough, 
Perhaps  the  sport  was"blindman's  b\an  : 
Or  ''Hide  and  Seek;11  or  with  mock  sword 
At  mimic  war:  or  "King's  Cupboard" 
When  ears  were  boxed  soon  as  he  heard 
The  first  transgressor' speak  a  word' 
For,  sure,  as  "Keeper  of  the  Keys" 
He  might  exact,  like  Shylock  Jew, 
The  punishment  mock-claimed  as  due. 
And  gabble  what  and  -when  he  please.' 

Some  days  he  zigzagged  round  the  farm. 
And  that  he  might  be  safe  from  harm 
Old  Rover  sauntered  by  his  side — 
Most  noble  mastiff,  taking  pride, 
From  stock  oft  ranging  far  and  wide 
With  bark  or  bite  so  to  defend, 
He  scarcely  needed  other  friend. 

With  his   alternate  dark  and  light 

Tn  spreading  blotches  black  and  white 

And  sober  face,  the  dog  was  quite 

Demure  and  homely,  as  one's  eyes 

At  first  might  view  him :  but  a  prize 

To  any  owner.     He  was  wise, 

Affectionate,  alert  and  large. 

And  faithful  to  his  little  charge : 

E'en  keenest  thought  shrunk  to  decide 

Which  loved  the  most,  guided  or  guide. 

Nor  beast  nor  stranger  dare  retard 

A  boy  with  such  a  dog  as  guard. 

He  safe  o'er  field  and  grove  might  steer. 

Our  parents  had  no  anxious  fear 

If  sure  good  Rover  followed  near. 


ROBERT.  41 

Since  father  then  no  wagon  owned 

Because  the  purchase  he  postponed 

Till  means  in  hand  made  duty  plain, 

He  hauled  his  fire-wood,  rails  and  grain 

On  wooden  sled  with  hickory  soles 

And  "rack"  for  hay  rough-rigged  with  poles. 

On  this,  when  empty,  out  for  its  load 

Our  spry  wee  laddie  often  rode 

From  house  to  "clearing,11  and  then  trode 

With  dallying  step  or  sportive  stride 

Back  home  to  gain  another  ride. 

Alternate  thus  he  rode  or  walked, 

Meandered,  loitered,  laughed  or  talked  ; 

Did  plays  and  pastimes  oft  repeat, 

Absorbing  joy  as  England  Crete. 

Till  Summer,  sunny  days  would  go, 

And  Winter  come  with  frost  and  snow. 

Yea,  thus  he  spent  his  little  life 

In  innocence — no  care,  no  strife. 

But  suddenly  one  day  he  paled ; 

His  strength  grew  weak,  his  heart-beats  failed, 

For  fell  disease,  simoom-like,  swooped 
Out  of  the  air  with  deadly  aim- 
In  dysenteric  form  it  came — 

And  soon  our  darling,  dying,  drooped. 

But  ere  his  spirit  went  on  high, 

In  whispered  tones  he  bade  good  bye 

To  mother;  and  when  questioned  said: 

"I'm  going  to  Jesus  overhead,11 

And  "I  love  Jesus,1' — that  was  all. 

Then  soon  he  heard  the  last  sure  call, 

And  left  us  thrilled  with  tearful  joy, 

Treas'ring  the  words  of  our  dear  boy, 

Assured  the  Lord  has  a  bright  home 

To  which  he  gathers  all  his  own. 


42  ROBERT. 

That  was  in  August,  forty-two, 
Yet  even  now  we  seem  to  view 
His  cherub  form,  and  hear  his  voice 
In  tones  that  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 
And  so,  in  faith  and  lively  hope 
Of  happy  meeting,  we  look  up, 
Waiting  our  summons  to  arise, 
And  love  with  him  above  the  skies. 


(NANCY  MORRISON  BOYD,  BORN  APRIL  21,  1811.     DEPARTED  THIS  LIFE 
OCTOBER  26,1862.) 

A  score  of  changeful,  rapid  years 

Had  whirled  aspeed  through  mirth  and  tears  : 

Had  seen  the  family  tree  enlarge ; 

Its  branches  more  :  yet  less  a  charge  ; 

The  parents'  forms  begin  to  bend, 

As  toward  age  their  life-steps  trend : 

When,  gliding  from  the  near  unseen, 

A  mystic  gleaner  bent  to  glean — 

The  Lethe  angel,  skilled  in  stealth — 

(Who  from  his  silent-flapping  wings 

The  poisoned  exhalations  flings. 

Which  quickly  pales  the  glow  of  health 

That  paints  the  cheek  of  youthful  bloom, 

Or  wilts  the  aged  to  the  tomb,) 

Swept  softly  by  the  homestead  door, 

And,  ah!  our  mother  breathed  no  more. 

No  more,  no  more,  her  voice  we  hear 
In  love  becalming  anxious  fear, 
When  troubled  souls  are  sore  oppressed. 
And  doubt,  betimes,  begets  unrest. 
No  more  we  see  her  eyes  mild  beam, 
No  more  her  kindling  hopes  which  seem 
The  sure  foretokeners  of  joy 
W^here  'saints  at  rest'  find  sweet  employ : 
Where  rude  alarms  and  anxious  care 
Shall  nevermore  the  bliss  impair. 


44  AlOTHKK. 

The  household  tie  is  broken  now: 
In  sorrow  hearts  once  happy  bow. 
But  though,  deep-stricken,  they  allow 
No  foolish  or  untimely  mirth  ; 
No  sprightly  sport  or  repartee, 
Like  rising  tide  that  laves  the  lea, 
Yet,  looking  far  beyond  the  earth, 
A  brightening  faith  that  had  its  birth 
.    '    In  God's  rich  gift  of  loving  grace, 
Begins,  ere  long,  from  off  the  face 
The  dark'ning  clouds  of  grief  to  chase  ; 
Ah !  this  the  balm  for  sorrow's  wound 
The  sweetest  consolation  found — 
She  whom  we  loved  has  gone  to  rest : 
No  more  can  aught  her  peace  molest ; 
The  joy  of  Heaven  now  fills  her  breast ; 
H  er  troubles  are  forever  ceased  ; 
From  suffering  and  sin  released 
Her  happy  spirit  basks  in  love 
With  all  God's  ransomed  ones  above. 

Once  here  below  through  fitful  years, 

With  alternating  hopes  and  fears, 

In  weariness,  heart-ache  and  pain. 

She  sought,  as  for  a  prized  reward, 

A  simple  competence  to  gam, 

And  train  her  children  for  the  Lord. 

She  helped  our  father  as  in  toil 

Industriously  he  tilled  the  soil, 

While  she,  with  kettles,  pots,  dough  tray, 

Wheel,  needle,  garden-rake,  or  churn. 

Milk-pail,  or  baby-crib  in  turn, 

Spent  well  her  powers  from  day  to  day. 

She  frequent  sat  with  manner  mild 

Beside  the  crib  that  held  her  child, — 


MOTHKK.  45 

Her  last  born  babe — a  precious  boon,— 
And  plaintive  hummed  her  low  sweet  tune, 
Till  stealthy  drowsiness  would  creep, 
And  close  her  darling's  eyes  to  sleep. 
Then  oft  her  peering  thought  began 
With  pulsing  anxiousness  to  scan 
That  book  to  mortal  vision  sealed, 
Whose  pages  only  are  revealed, 
As  one  by  one  the  years  that  fly 
Unfold  their  chapters  to  the  eye. 

What  shall  my  darling  be  at  length 
When  babyhood  has  slipped  away, 
And  mind  and  body  both  display 

Mature  intelligence  and  strength  ? 

W7ill  it  be  honest,  honored   wise? 

Press  toward  the  mark  to  gain  the  prize 

Of  God's  high  call  in  Christ  the  Lord, 

Where  faith  secures  her  best  reward? 

Will  it  be  prudent,  patient,  kind? 

Be  cultured  both  in  heart  and  mind  ? 

Or  will  it  wayward,  reckless  grow, 

With  instincts  and  ambitions  low ; 

Seek  all  its  goods  in  earthly  things, 
And  never  lay  up  treasure  where 
The  "undented"  their  white  robes  wear, 

And  all  the  glad  choir,  harping,  sings  ? 

Will  it  be  generous,  gentle,  mild, 

Or  boisterous,  quarrelsome  and  wild  ? 

Be  one  who  loves  the  good  and  pure, 

Who,  adding  faith  to  virtue,  takes 

All  careful  diligence,  and  makes 

His  ; 'calling  and  election  sure?'1 

Be  one  whose  wish  and  constant  thought. 

With  holy  emulations  fraught, 


MOTHER. 

Have  all  their  inspiration  caught 
From  Him  who  once  from  Heaven  brought 
Salvation  wondrous,  full  and  free, 
Devised  from  all  eternity- 
Beneficent  and  gracious  plan — 
To  save  rebellious,  fallen  man? 

Her  heart  petition  this,  which  oft 

With  earnest  cry  she  sighed  aloft. 

Her  faithful  efforts,  too,  were  given 

To  answer  the  prayers  she  breathed  to  Heaven. 

From  infancy  through  youthful  years, 

And  even  till  they  passed  full  age, 

Her  children's  good,  just  as  it  should, 

"Mid  joys  and  tears  and  hopes  and  fears 
Did  her  best  energies  engage. 
To  keep  their  feet  from  paths  of  sin  : 
To  wisdom's  ways  their  hearts  to  win, 
In  love  she  wrought  in  full  accord 

With  father,  heeding  the  command 

To  train  them  "in  the  nature  and 
The  admonition  of  the  Lord." 

And  God,  'whose  mercies  still  endure, 

Yea,  ever  faithful,  ever  sure  ;' 

Who  is  by  all  in  Heaven  adored ; 
Who  bows  his  ear  to  early  hear 
The  cry  of  suppliant  drawing  near, 

Rich  blessings  on  her  offspring  poured. 

In  early  years  each,  one  by  one, 

Accepted  Jesus,  and  begun 

The  Christian  race,  took  up  the  cross 

And  vowed,  let  come  earth-gain  or  loss, 


MOTHER.  47 

Health,  pleasure,  or  affliction's  rod, 
With  help  Divine,  they  would  not  swerve 
From  paths  of  righteousness,  but  serve 
Their  mother's  and  their  father's  God. 
And  all  her  children  saving  one — 
Her  youngest,  cherished,  sixth-born  son  ; 
All  they  but  he,  who  her  demise, 
With  broken  sighs  and  streaming  eyes, 
Wept  long  ago,  yet  wait  below. 
And  more  and  more  still  daily  grow 
Assured,  since  Who  bereaves  is  just, 

And  through  Atonement  reconciled, 
That  by  His  grace  our  mother  must 

Of  glory  now  be  long  a  child  : 
And  that  through  grace,  too,  we  shall  meet 
With  her  at  length,  and  praise  repeat 
While  casting  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet: 
Since  age  alike,  and  pious  youth. 
If  found  in  Christ,  may  hold  this  truth — 
A  'truth  to  flesh  and  sense  unknown — 
That  Love  will  never  lose  its  own.' 


(HARVEY  CRAIG  BOYD,  BORN  MAY  18,   1845.    PASSED  AWAY,  KIRKS- 

VILLE,  MlSSOU  Rl,  JULY   31,   1872.) 

"The  substance  of  things  hoped  for, 

The  evidence  of  things  not  seen 

Is  faith."     The  invalid,  between 
Quick  breathings  spake  iu  snatches ;  nor 
Did  failing  strength  allow  much  more. 
His  spirit  to  the  Heavenly  shore, 
Released  from  earth,  must  quickly  soar 

"Is  that  the  Shorter  Catechism, 
Or  is  it  Scripture?"'  said  a  friend 
Who  hourly  did  his  couch  attend. 
"That  is  the  Scripture  and  no  ism," 
Said  he  with  emphasis.     And  then 
His  kind  attendant  said  again  : 
"And  is  it  faith  in  general, 
Or  your  own  faith  you  mean  we  shall 
Now  understand  by  what  you  say?" 

"O  I  have  very  little  faith. 

What  Romans  seven,  fifteen  saith 
Applies  to  me  exactly.     Yea, 
'That  which  I  do  I  don't  allow, 
For  what  I  would,  I  do  not  now ; 
But  what  I  hate  that  same  I  do ; ' 
With  shame  I  must  confess  this  true." 

"But  what  is  faith,  if  not  belief 
And  trust  in  Christ?" 

His  answer  brief 
Was  "Yes." 


HARVEY., 

"And  you  with  all  your  heart 
Believe  our  God  is  infinite 
In  mercy,  honor,  power  and  might, 

Ar\d  will  salvation  full  impart 
To  all  who  wholly  trust  his  Son?'1 

"Yes,  I  believe  all  that.     And  none 
Can  ever  pluck  out  of  His  hand  ; 
But  they  at  last  will  surely  stand 
Before  His  face,  and  by  His  grace 
Receive  a  welcome  to  the  place 
Prepared  for  them  before  the  earth, 
Or  any  earthly  things  had  birth." 

"O  then,  in  this  respect,  your  faith 
Is  not  like  'smoking  flax,1  as  saith 
The  Holy  word:  nor  small,  nor  weak. 
And  then,  besides,  like  all  the  meek, 
Are  you  not  trusting  Christ  alone 
For  your  salvation?  yes,  your  own?'1 

"I  feel  I  am.     My  only  trust 

Is  in  the  Savior;  and  I  must. 

And  do  not,  rest  on  my  good  deeds, 

Church  membership,  nor  prayers,  nor  tears, 

But  all  on  Christ  who  surely  leads 

His  own  through  all  their  snares  and  fears, 
Till  He,  at  length,  for  them  appears.11 

"All  this  is  well,'1  his  friend  replied; 

"Yes,  well  you  thus  in  Christ  confide. 
You  may,  beside,  have  blessed  peace, 
And  from  all  fears  a  sweet  release. 
Nor  need  your  text  disturb  your  mind, 
Since  you,  in  heart,  are  so  inclined 


50  HAKVKV. 

To' Jesus  Christ,  our  blessed  Lord, 
His  peace  will  He  erelong  afford. 
Looking  to  him  through  faith  by  grace, 
You  soon  may  see  His  smiling  face ; 
Most  joyful  read  your  'title  clear,' 
And  rest  in  hope  till  he  appear.'1 

"Then  as  to  'things  hoped  for,'  you  know 
Faith  as  a  grace  doth  ever  grow 
In  hope  of  glory,  more  and  more, 
With  Christ  and  saints  when  life  is  o'er. 
Don't  you  have  rip'ning  hope  like  this 
Sweet  hope  of  Heaven's  eternal  bliss?" 

"Yes,  humbly,  yes.     But  I  do  not 
Expect  to  die  and  leave  you  now ; 
But  rather  does  it  seem,  somehow. 

That  back  to  me  health  will  be  brought. 

I  think  1  will  get  well,  and  go 
To  California  for  my  health — 
A  boon  above  its  golden  wealth — 

A  boon  which  multitudes  are  slow 

To  prize  and  cherish  as  they  ought." 

"But,  Harvey,  life  you  know  is  fraught 
With  much  uncertainty,  and  none, 

However  much  they  wish  us  well. 

Can,  guessing  or  divining,  tell 
How  soon  its  sands  will  all  be  run. 
The  wisest,  studying,  cannot  learn 
Which  way  the  scale  of  life  may  turn, 
Or  up,  or  down,  next  week,  next  day. 
It  then  becomes  to  watch  and  pray 
In  readiness  at  every  hour, 
Since  withers  man  as  wilts  the  flower." 


HAKYIiY.  51 

"Yes,  that  I  try  to  do,"  he  said. 
"And  when  I  talk  of  getting  well, 
You  must  not  think  I  am  afraid 
Should  Jordan's  waves  around  me  swell. 
I  think  I  am  prepared  to  die, 
But  feel  I  will  not  feebly  lie 
Much  longer  on  this  couch,  but  grow 
Soon  strong  and  well  as  years  ago.'' 

"But  if  you  were  informed  you  could 
Live  but  a  few  days  more,  how  would 
You  feel?" 

His  voice  and  look  replied, 
"I  think  I  would  be  satisfied. 
To  me  a  strong,  sure  hope  is  given 
That  God  through  Christ  in  love  begat 
My  soul  to  Him  in  youth,  and  that 
I  will  be  saved  by  Him  in  Heaven." 

"Not  little,  then,  your  faith,  nor  weak 
Here  either,  since  you  thus  can  speak." 
"At  any  rate,  I'm  glad,"  he  said, 
"That  I  in  years  gone  by  was  led 
In  seriousnes  to  turn  my  thought 
To  things  with  such  high  interest  fraught. 
When  strong  and  well  the  Lord  I  sought, 
And  felt  that  He  n  accepted    me ; 
So  now  I  hope  His  face  to  see. 
Christ  will  not  change,  or  let  me  go  ; 
No  one  can  snatch  from  Him,  I  know ; 
His  righteousness  alone  I  trust. 

Another  thing :  I  can  and  must 
Against  death-bed  repentance  preach. 
Why?  why  when  I,  beyond  the  reach 


52  HARVEY. 

Of  help  or  hope  as  seemed,  did  lie, 
My  health  was  at  so  low  a  stage 
Of  feebleness  from  hemmorrhage 
I  could  not  think,  when  I  would  try, 
Long  at  a  time,  nor  strong,  nor  clear. 
If  I  had  not  repented  ere 
Such  low  estate  as  that,  I  fear 
It  would  have  been  a  poor  time  then 
To  reason,  feel,  repent.     For  when 
Exertion  was  put  forth,  it  seemed, 
Somehow,  as  if  I  only  dreamed. 
A  kind  of  comfortable  mood 
Absorbed  my  sense.     My  thoughts  pursued 
No  train,  but  whirled  swift  o'er  and  oter. 
If  I  had  not  had  hope  before, 
I  would  have  then  been  satisfied 
With  any  thing,  and  not  have  tried 
To  have  my  soul  in  Christ  abide ; 
For  I  was  then  too  weak  to  learn, 
Or  feel  about  it  much  concern. 

Urge  earnestly,  therefore,  on  all 
To  heed  at  once  the  Savior's  call. 
Let  no  one  think  a  dying  day 
Will  help  believe,  repent  and  pray. 
'Tis  rash  to  wait  till  feebleness 
To  look  for  grace,  and  sin  confess. 
Yea,  no  time  then  to  seek  the  Lord, 
And  grow  assured  of  His  reward. 
'Remember  thy  Creator  now  ; 
In  days  of  youth'  pay  Him  thy  vow, 
Ere  comes  a  swift,  benumbing  stage 
Of  prostrate  health,  or  tired  old  age, 
When  you  may  have  concern,  nor  care 
Nor  strength  nor  heart  for  faith  or  prayer, 


But  friends  may  lay  you  in  your  shroud, 
Your  life  gone  out  beneath  a  cloud/1 

"Ah,  true!     But  sleep,  you're  weary.     When 
The  morrow  comes  we'll  talk  again." 

"Yes."     And  he  slept. 

The  morning  came, 

The  next,  and  next.     And  when  his  name 
Was  spoken  by  his  friend  he  turned, 

But  now  more  feebly  than  before ; 

His  countenance  such  pallor  wore, 
As  showed  his  fever  that  had  burned 
Had  spent  its  force.  His  vitals  were 

Clearly  consumed  beyond  repair 

By  dread  Consumption's  march  so  dire. 

Fast  his  demise  grew  nigher  and  nigher. 
As  was  apparent  to  the  friend 
Who  mourned  his  case  to  comprehend. 

"Good  morning,  Harvey.     Did  your  sleep 
Refresh  you?'' 

"No,  it  was  too  deep 
At  times,  or  else  'twas  half  awake." 
In  whispers  now  he  softly  spake. 
"I'm  sorry.     But,  here,  take  this  draught. 
Of  strengthening  cordial,  which  when  quaffed 
May  stimulate  you,  as  alway. 
There !     Now  what  of  your  faith  to-day?" 
"Oh!  all  my  doubts  have  gone  away." 
"Ah,  then,"  his  kindly  questioner  said, 
"Of  death's  dark  vale  you  have  no  dread 
Or  shrinking,  have    you.  Harvey?" 


54  HAKVKV. 

He, 

In  substance,  promptly   made   reply  : 
"No,  not  since  I  on  Christ  rely, 

And  hope  through  grace  to  see  His  face, 
And  in  His  presence  ever  be. 
•  Such  hope  as  this  I  fully  trace, — 

'Henceforth  there  is  laid  up  for  me 
A  crown  of  righteousness,  the  Lord, 
The  Righteous  Judge,  will  soon  accord 
To  me,  and  also  to  all   those 

Who  look  for  His  appearing.'     So, 
As  I  am  now  about  to  close 

My  earth-life,  quickly  spent  below, 

I  only  wait  the  call  to  go 
Where  mother  and  our  brothers  sing, 
And  Jesus  reigns  of  saints  the  King. 
My  brothers,  gone  so  long  ago, 
I  never  saw,  but  then,  I  know 
It  will  be  GLORIOUS  to  be  there, 
With  them  and  mother  HEAVEN  to  share; 
Yea,  bask  in  bliss  beyond  compare. 
O  'Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Now  let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee/  v 
The  friend  who  watched  beside  his  bed, 
Assisting  memory,  slowly  said: 
"Yea,  'Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 

Be  of  sin'  " 

"  'the  double  cure ;? 

O  'cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power.'  ' 
He  finished  thus  the  lines  alone 
In  satisfied  and  hopeful  tone. 


HARVEY.  55 

His  voice  grew  still,  his  eye-lids  close, 
And  soon  from  earth  his  spirit  goes. 
We  view  his  form,  but  look  above, 
Assured  by  faith  in  Jesus1  love, 
Though  his  remains  before  us  lie, 
His  soul  has  gone  to  joys  on  high. 

How  long  was  his  decline?  you  say. 

Alternately  he  sat  or  lay 

Four  months,  or  more,  beyond  the  day 

Wh  en  loss  of  blood  first  laid  him  low ; 

Which  time  his  strength  would  come  and  go, 

Congestion  grow  and  then  abate. 

Though  health  had  seemed,  before  that  date, 

(Or  up  until  within  a  year,) 

Established  more  than  just  of  late. 

True,  when  a  soldier,  front  and  rear, 

Nine  years  before,  he  did,  at  times, 

Of  wholly  breaking  down  give  signs. 

And  afterwards,  his  school-room  work, 

Which,  burdensome,  he  did  not  shirk, 

By  its  confinement  helped  along ; 

Made  weaker  what  was  never  strong. 

Then,  too,  hereditary  taint, 

Imparting  bent  to  his  physique, 

As  Macedon  to  ancient  Greek, 
Gave  impetus  to  his  complaint, 
No  doubt,  and  downward  turned  the  scale. 
Hence  his  demise  we  must  bewail 
So  early. 

Would  you  inquire  his  age? 
This  answer  take  from  memory's  page  : 
He  was  two  months  past  twenty-seven, 
When  his  freed  spirit  went  to  Heaven. 


.Matt-he  \i    fliffi* 


BY  REV.  D.  H.  SLOAN,  D.  D.,  LEECHBUKG,  PKNN'A. 

(The  following   s!ijf!Hly   changed,   is  die    obituary    notice  kindly  writ 
ten  by  Dr.  Sloan.) 

The  subject  of  this  notice  departed  this  life  at  his 
residence  near  Freeport,'  Pennsylvania.  July  10,  1890, 
aged  48  years,  3  months  and  26  days. 

It  was  through  his  agency,  after  diligent  inquiry  and 
extensive  correspondence  conducted  about  a  dozen  years 
ago,  that  the  "Boyd  Association,'"  now  including  or  rep 
resenting  1  200  or  more  names,  was  formed,  and  of  which 
a  number  of  re-unions  have  been  held. 

He  was  the  son  of  Abraham  Boyd  and  the  grandson 
of  Rev.  Abram  Boyd,  the  latter  being  one  of  four  brothers 
of  the  name  who  entered  the  ministry  of  the  Presbyterian 
church  almost  a  century  ago,  and  whose  names  and  work 
in  Western  Pennsylvania  and  Ohio  are  so  well  known. 

"Cousin  Hillis"  was  a  faithful  soldier  in  the  Union 
army  from  November  14.  1862,  to  May  30,  1865,  in  Com 
pany  L,  1  4th  Regiment,  Pennsylvania  Volunteers.  Sev 
eral  times  he  was  elected  to  the  office  of  Justice  of  the 
Peace,  and  filled  the  position  with  great  credit  and  satis 
faction.  In  1875  he  represented  the  Presbytery  of  Kittan- 
ning  in  the  General  Assembly  of  the  Presbyterian  church, 
meeting  that  year  in  Cleveland,  Ohio.  For  many  years, 
first  in  Slate  Lick  church  in  which  he  was  reared,  and  then 
in  Srader's  Grove,  he  served  as  leader  of  the  choir  and 
Sabbath  School  Superintendent.  He  took  great  interest 
in  the  work,  and  in  both  places  served  with  much  accept 
ance.  In  the  last  named  church  he  was  a  Ruling  Elder 
56 


MATTHEW  HILLIS  BOYD.  57 

from  its  organization  in  1871  until  the  time  of  his  death, 
being  Clerk  of  Session,  and  keeping  the  records  with  rare 
taste  and  care. 

He  was  married  September  4,  1866,  to  Miss  Elizabeth 
F.  Dunaway,  of  Fayette  county,  who  with  six  children 
survive  to  mourn  their  great  loss,  one  child  having  been 
transferred  in  infancy  from  the  care  of  the  parents  to  rest 
in  the  arms  of  Him  who  said,  "Suffer  the  children." 

He  was  a  kind  husband  and  father,  a  good  neighbor, 
a  lover  and  promoter  of  peace  in  the  church  and  commun 
ity,  a  warm-hearted,  genial  and  faithful  friend.  Perhaps 
his  most  marked  characteristic  was  his  fervent  and  active 
piety.  Religion  with  him  was  not  the  mere  by-play  of  life, 
but  rather  the  "chief  concern."  He  seemed  never  so 
much  in  his  favorite  element  as  when  engaged  in  some 
form  of  religious  service.  He  had  power  in  prayer,  and 
often,  as  occasion  offered,  spoke  on  religious  themes  with 
force  and  propriety,  His  loss  is  specially  felt  in  the 
church  of  which  he  was  so  active  a  member. 

For  two  or  three  years  his  health  had  been  broken  at 
intervals.  His  last  illness  was  of  several  months'  dura 
tion.  He  bore  his  trials  with  Christian  fortitude  and 
patience,  and  was  ever  ready  to  testify  to  the  precious 
grace  of  Christ  manifested  in  and  to  him.  He  clearly  rec 
ognized  his  approaching  end  of  life,  but  his  faith  was  firm, 
his  hope  was  bright,  his  end  was  peace,  and  beyond  all 
doubt  his  is  now  the  palm  of  victory  and  the  crown  of 
everlasting  life. 

"Servant  of  God,  well  done; 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ ; 
Thy  battle  fought,  thy  victory  won, 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 


58  MATTHEW  HILLIS  BOYD. 


In  memory  of  the  same  departed  friend,  and  soon  after  his  decease, 
the  following  lines,  in  substance,  were  composed  and  sent  to  the  mourn 
ing  wife  and  children,  by  Rev.  John  Fulton  Boyd,  Steubenville,  Ohio. 

Ah!  soon  the  dear,  loved  friend  has  gone, 
And  joined  the  throng  around  the  throne, 
Where  saints  with   angels,  vicing  sing, 
And  cast  their  crowns  before  their  King. 

How  friends  and  neighbors  every  day 
Do  sadly  miss  him  none  can  say ; 
Nor  can,  to  church  and  family  dear, 
His  loss  be  fully  reckoned  here. 

But  his  demise  to  him  is  gain ; 
Released  from  sorrow,  toil  and  pain. 
We're  sure  he  shines  in  mansions  bright, 
Arrayed  in  spotless  robes  of  white. 

With  crown  of  gold  upon  his  brow, 
He  bears  the  palm  of  victory  now ; 
Triumphant  over  earth  and  hell, 
His  joys  surpass  what  tongue  can  tell. 

He  all  the  dear  ones  gone  before 
Has  joined,  the  Saviour  to  adore  : 
His  golden  harp  now  swells  the  praise 
Of  Christ  the  Lord  in  sweetest  lays. 

Who  would  not  gladly  with  that  throng 
Unite  in  highest,  sweetest  song 
To  Him  who  saves  us  by  His  blood, 
And  makes  us  Kings  and  Priests  to  God  ? 


MATTHEW  HILLIS  BOYD.  59 

Be  yours  that  Friend  of  Friends,  and  mine, 
With  all  his  gracious  gifts  divine. 
To  serve  with  all  our  powers  in  love 
Till  we  his  glory  share  above. 

O  blest  re-union  that  will  be, 
Beyond  what  mortal  eye  can  see ! 
Whene'er  shall  Christ  our  Life  appear, 
May  we  and  all  our  kindred  dear 
That  last  and  blest  re-union  share. 


FextBer. 

(JOHN  BOYD,  BORN  APRIL  28, 1808.     LEANING  HIS  ARMS  ON  THE  SHOW 

CASE  IN  HIS  STORE,  SLATE  LlCK,  PENN'A,  AND  SINKING  WHERE  HE 

STOOD,  HE  EXPIRED   NOVEMBER  15,  1880,  AGED  72 

YEARS,  6  MONTHS  AND  17  DAYS.) 

He  has  gone,  he  has  gone,  to  h'is  Heavenly  home, 
No  more  amid  perils  and  labors  to  roam. 
How  like  a  translation  his  sudden  demise, 
As  escaping  his  body  his  soul  did  arise, 
Up-speeding  as  lightning,  and  cleaving  the  skies. 
Performing  his  work  at  his  house  and  his  store 
Till  almost  the  moment  he  sank  to  the  floor 
Unable  to  speak  or  to  signal  his  thought ; 
And  those  bending  over  him  no  whisper  caught' 
Of  request,  or  expression  of  hope,  or  of  prayer : 
But  a  breath  or  two  drawn,  and  his  spirit  went  where 
They  die  nevermore,  nor  feel  sickness  or  pain, 
But  as  kings  and  as  priests  through  eternity  reign. 

He  has  gone,  he  has  gone,  and  wherever  we  turn, 

For  something  we  know  not  our  spirits  now  yearn. 

We  brightness  and  buoyancy  scarcely  allow, 

For  a  frame  all  inexplicable  broods  o'er  us  now. 

What  is  it  we  feel?    Is  the  world  changed  to  us? 

Or  we  to  the  world,  that  we  view  it  now  thus? 

Oh !  is  this  stormy  chastening  dealt  out  in  love 

To  ripen  the  wheat  for  the  garner  above? 

Are  we  of  his  wheat!   Is  he  sifting  us  now? 

May  He,  then,  as  we  to  His  winnowing  bow, 

All  our  chaff  drive  away ;  from  all  earthly   things   wean 


FATHER.  61 

Well  our  hearts,  'while  we  look,  not  at  things  which  are 

seen. 

But  at  things  which  are  not  seen — eternal.'  Behold! 
Then  affliction  will  work  for  us  glory  untold. 

He  has  gone,  but  we  mourn  not  as  those  without  hope ; 

For  we  know,  like  the  fair,  fragrant  helitrope 

Ever  turneth  its  face  in  its  humble-like  grace 

Toward  the  life-giving  sun  in  his  circling  race, 

So  his  heart,  Spirit-drawn,  gravitated  above 

To  the  Saviour  his  Sun  and  the  Source  of  his  love 

As  well  as  its  Object,  with  pulsing  desire, 

Ever  since  in  true  faith,  he  first  came  to  admire 

The  blessed  attractions  that  shine  in  his  Lord, 

And  to  long,  with  all  saints,  for  the  glorious  reward 

That  doth  surely  accrue  unto  all  who  pursue 

The  high-way  of  holiness,  Heaven  in  view. 

He  has  gone,  but  his  influence  widely  still  grows  ; 

And  wider  will  reach  till  earth's  history's  close. 

Since  he  "died  in  the  Lord,"  his  good  works  follow  on, 

And  will,  we  believe,  till  eternity's  dawn, 

Yea.  even  through  cycles  of  ages  beyond. 

Ah  !  how  in  our  loneliness,  still  are  we  fond 

Of  recalling  to  mind,  as  a  rich  heritage, 

Which  experts  in  appraisals  not  fully  can  gauge, 

The  unstained  and  esteemed  reputation  he  left 

As  a  legacy  priceless  to  friends  so  bereft. 

We  remember  him  prudent,  well-balanced  and  wise ; 
A  promoter  of  peace  when  contentions  would  arise. 
With  a  keen  sense  of  right  and  a  character  strong, 
He  could  brook  no  indulgence  in  falsehood  or  wrong. 


62  FATHER. 

The  plain  path  of  duty  as  soon  as  he  viewed, 

And  the  dictates  of  conscience,  he  promptly  pursued, 

Till  we  saw  as  his  years  ever  steadily  grew, 

How  his  power  for  good  gathered  constantly,  too, 

Even  now,  as  fresh  memory-pages  we  read, 

We  behold  him  both  busy  and  faithful,  indeed, 

As  all  his  life  through  he  kept  sowing  good  seed, 

Till  bright  to  his  faith  Heaven's  harvest  day  dawned, 

And  his  locks  blossomed  white  for  the  fruitage  beyond. 

A  farm  in  the  woods  he  quite  early  commenced ; 
Cleared  a  field  every  season,  and  plowed  it  when  fenced ; 
Wrought  Summer  and  Winter,  providing  supplies 
Of  clothing,  provisions  and  schooling  likewise, 
For  the  family,  growing  in  number  and  size, 
That  gathered  about  him  increasing  his  charge. 
Ah !  faster  than  funds  must  his  heart's  love  enlarge. 

A  poor  man,  he  toiled  for  his  household  for  years, 

With  his  finances  often  in  vexing  arrears ; 

For  op'ning  a  farm  is  no  work  of  a  day ; 

Before  it  is  done  slow  decades  creep  away. 

But  faltered  he  never,  nor  shrank  from  his  toil ; 

In  Summer  he  wrought,  cultivating  the  soil. 

In  Winter  threshed  grain  with  a  flail,  chopped  fuel, 

Or  helped  his  exchequer  by  teaching  a  school. 

For  years  in  succession,  the  half  of  three  score, 
(Though  an  accurate  statement  would  give  it  still  more,) 
The  ermine  of  justice  with  honor  he  bore. 
Unfolding  the  law  in  the  "causes'"  he  heard, 
His  decisions  were  made  in  the  light  of  its  word. 
In  the  settling  estates  and  the  writing  of  deeds, 
His  success  and  experience  equaled  the  needs 


FATHER.  63 

And  demands  of  the  people  from  near  and  from  far, 
Who  resort  to  him  often,  and  satisfied  are 
With  his  honest  intention,  his  skill  and  dispatch, 
To  all  of  which  patrons  importance  attach. 

Of  the  County  Commissioners  twice  he  was  one ; 

Once  as  Deputy  Sheriff  served  under  his  son ; 

For  thirty-six  years  as  an  Elder  he  ruled 

In  the  Church  of  his  choice,  in  which  he  was  schooled 

From  his  earliest  youth  to  his  life's  final  close 

For  Heaven,  where  faith  now  beholds  him  repose. 

The  son  of  a  minister,  nephew  of  three  ; 

With  a  mother  like  Hannah,  oft  bending  the  knee 

In  prayer  that  he  such  as  Samuel  might  be 

In  serving  the  Lord  with  most  hearty  accord, 

Till  in  glory  enriched  with  his  fadeless  reward. 

Thus  trained  up  and  favored,  in  wisdom  and  grace 
He,  ripening,  grew  till  he  finished  his  race ; 
Yea,  honored  he  lived,  lamented  he  died, 
And  forever  went  hence  with  his  Lord  to  abide. 

He  has  gone,  he  has  gone,  but  shall  we  repine? 
Nay,  rather,  but  joining  the  ransomed  who  shine 
Bedecked  in  their  robes  of  resplendent  attire, 
In  praise  we  will  vie  with  their  Heave'nly  choir; 
With  the  four  living  creatures,  supports  of  God's  throne  ; 
With  the  twenty-four  elders  from  every  zone — 
The  type  of  those  purchased  to  God  from  among 
Every  kindred  and  people  and  nation  and  tongue ; 
With  the  host  of  bright  angels,  admiring,   that   stands; 
With    the   great    multitude   harping    harps    with  glad 
hands — 


64  FATHER. 

With  all  these  celestials,  unfallen  and  saved, 

White-robed  and  rejoicing,  their  palms  ever  waved, 

Who  gathered  before  the  bright  throne  of  the  lamb, 

Unite  their  triumphant  and  glorious  psalm — 

With  these  we  will  join,  in  submissive  delight, 

Loud  hymning  the  anthem  they  chant  with  their  might ; 

'Thanksgiving  and  honor  and  glory  be  given 

To  Him  who  redeemed,  and  has  brought  unto   Heaven 

All  the  saints  who  admiringly  praise  Him  above, 

And  will  save  all  below,  who  in  penitent  love 

Seek  His  face,  trust  His  grace,  and  submit  to  His  will, 

Since  in  mercy  He  doth  all  His  counsels  fulfill.1 

Allelujah  to  Him  and  salvation  and  song, 

Unto  whom  blessing,  riches  and  power  belong. 

What  is  dark  in  His  workings  at  present  he  seals, 

But  in  wisdom  and  love  in  His  own  time  reveals, 

And  thus  with  His  children  in  tenderness  deals. 

So,  against  the  Divine  procedure  we  bring 

Not  a  murmur,  but  ever  rejoicingly  sing : 

Allelujah,  that  father  was  with  us  so  long, 

And  that  faith  views  him  now  one   of   Heaven's   bright 

throng. 

To  his  Saviour  and  ours,  allelujah  again  ; 
On  earth  and  in  Heaven,  allelujah,  amen. 


in 


The  land  is  now  weeping  its  tears  like  a  flood, 
And  the  hopes  of  the  people  lie  crushed  in  the  bud ; 
Through  the  South  and  the  North  and  the  East  and  the 

West, 

Is  ensurging  a'sorrow  that  laves  every  breast: 
For  the  star  of  our  promise,  still  kindling  to  view, 
Has  in  suddenness  paled  from  its  radiant  hue, 
And  the  hope  that  increased  with  the  star's  brighfning 

glow 
Is  enshrouded  in  mourning  with  head  bowing  low. 

Ah !  no  wonder  that  now  fifty  million  hearts  bleed, 
For  the  red  hand  of  murder  has  done  its  worst  deed ; 
And  no  wonder  the  clouds,  as  the  sun  disappears, 
Threaten  darker  and  darker  to  new-rising  fears, 
For  our  brave,  noble  President,  pride  of  the  land, 
Has  been  stricken  to  earth  by  a  dastardly  hand ; 
And  the  helm  that  he  held,  as  so  trusted  a  guide, 
Must  be  grasped  by  another  when  out  on  the  tide. 

On  his  couch  calmly  patient  yet  hopeful  he  lay 
During  four-score  of  days,  slowly  fading  away. 
Oh  !  how  grandly  heroic  his  struggle  for  life  ; 
And  how  touching  the  loyal  demean  of  his  wife, 
As  together  they  prayed  and  still  hoped  to  the  end, 
When  the  kind  Angel  Reaper  did  swiftly  descend. 
And  his  spirit,  most  gently  released  from  its  clay, 
To  the  mansions  of  glory  passed  quickly  away. 
6« 


(1(1  JA.MKS  A.  (;AKKIKU>. 

Not  his  vigor  of  body,  or  power  of  will : 
Nor  devotion  of  surgeons  surpassing  in  skill : 
Not  the  faith  of  fond  mother  in  hope-tear  impearled : 
Nor  desires  of  the  nation,  nor  yet  of  the  world  : 
Nor  the  tender  affection  of  children  and  wife, 
Were  sufficient  to  save,  or  long  lengthen  his  life. 

All,  all  were  too  weak :  and  though  earnest  their  quest. 

it*u 
A  mysterjv Providence  thought  it  not  best. 

The  Creator  endowed  him  with  qualities  rare ; 
His  as  wide  range  of  talents  as  shine  anywhere ; 
He  was  scholarly,  cultured,  yet  modest  and  kind : 
As  enlarged  in  his  heart  as  ennobled  in  mind : 
He  was  teacher  and  lawyer  and  statesman  beside : 
Oft  his  golden-mouthed  eloquence  flowed  as  a  tide : 
At  the  couch  of  the  sick  he  could  comfort  afford : 
By  the  bier  of  the  dead  quote  the  word  of  the  Lord : 
In  the  pulpit  with  unction  could  preach  living  truth  : 
Ever  happily  join  in  the  prattle  of  youth. 
Alas !  that  the  tomb,  with  such  greed  of  its  trust. 
So  untimely  should  garner  his  consecrate  dust. 

But  repining  becomes  not  the  hope  of  true  faith  ; 
'Put  your  trust  in  Jehovah,'  the  holy  Word  saith  : 
So  if  sad  the  bereavement  and  pressing  the  loss, 
Yet  in  humblest  submission  we  bow  to  the  cross. 
Looking  ever  to  Him  who  directs  from  on  high : 
'Whose  pavilion  is  dark  and  thick  clouds  of  the  skv : 
Who  has  justice  and  judgment  the  base  of  his    throne : 
While  he  yet  reigns  in  mercy.'     May  His  will  be  done. 


Darfmgf 

To  MR.  HARRY  TUMMOND,    FEBRUARY,  1870.    IN    SYMPATHY. 

My  God,  I  would  not  dare  repine, 
Though  sore  thy  chastening  rod ; 

Thou  hast  but  taken  what  is  thine — 
My  precious  little  Maud. 

She  is  not  there,  I  know  she's  not, 

Beneath  the  tear-wet  sod ; 
With  joy  to  Heaven  has  Jesus  brought 

My  darling  little  Maud. 

She'll  not  return,  but  I  will  go, 

And  in  the  home  of  God, 
Clasp  to  my  heart,  and  ever  know 

My  cherub-angel  Maud. 


DEPARTED  THIS    LIFE,   DECEMBER,    1874,    MINNIE  IRENE,  DARLING 

CHILD  OF  REV.  G.  W.  AND  MRS.  SHARP,  THE  YOUNGEST  OF 

FOUR  DAUGHTERS.    THEY  SUNG  TOGETHER  HERE 

ON  EARTH,  NOW  ONE  OF  THE  QUARTETTE 

SINGS  IN   HEAVEN 

With  the  eye  of  faith  on  things  above, 

And  not  on  things  now  seen, 
Our  loss  is  light,  and  worketh  love, — 

The  loss  of  dear  Irene. 

"Not  lost,  but  gone  before."  This  wheat 

The  Angel  came  to  glean : 
hi  God's  great  garner  I  shall  meet 
My  treasured-up  Irene. 

"Pis  but  a  little  while  we  part ; 

Few  days  shall  intervene ; 
Then,  her  dear  form  clasped  to  my  heart, 

I'll  sing  with  sweet  Irene. 


I 


THE  LANGUAGE  OF  CHRISTIAN  FAITH  AND  HOPE  UNDER  TRIAL 

To  Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  W.  Snyder,  called,  August  8.  1876,  to  part  with  their 
dear    child,    Atha     Loraine,     aged    seven    months. 

My  youngest,  my  fairest,  my  sweet  baby,  sleeps 

No  more  to  awake  her^again ; 
Oh !  how  my  tears  rain !  my  heart  even  weeps 

For  silent,  sweet  Atha  Loraine. 

The  flowers  seem  paler,  the  sunlight  more  dim — 
But  why  should  my  lone  heart  complain? 

For  Jesus  in  love  has  called  unto  hin 
Forever  my  Atha  Loraine. 

No,  no,  Til  not  murmur,  nor  cherish  my  grief, 

My  loss  is  her  infinite  gain ; 
From  sickness  and  sin  there  is  lasting  relief 

In  Heav'n  to  dear  angel  Loraine. 

My  child,  now  a  cherub  before  the  white  throne, 

I  'm  sure  to  embrace  thee  again ; 
For  there,  through  the  Savior,  I '11  claim  thee  my  own, 

And  ever  be  with  thee,  Loraine. 

O  Lord,  give  me  grace  to  submit  to  thy  will, 

And  improper  feelings  restrain  ; 
To  patiently  wait,  and  serve  thee,  until 

I'm  brought  evermore  to  Loraine. 

"Now  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  himself,  and  God,  even  our  Father, 
which  hath  loved  us,  and  hath  given  us  everlasting  consolation  and  good 
hope  through  grace,  comfort  your  hearts,  and  establish  you  in  every 
jrooj  ward  and  work." — 2  Thessalonians  2:16.  17. 

69 


Departed  this  life,  at    Kirksville,  Missouri,   March  25,     1879,   Miss  Mary 

Fowler,  a  beloved  member  of  the  Presbyterian  church,  aged 

2}  years,  n  months  and  16  days. 

Her  death  was  a  most  triumphant  one.  Reclining 
in  an  arm  chair  to  aid  breathing,  she  kept  her  friends 
singing— 

"Sun  of  my  soul,  my  Savior  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near,'1- 
and  other  like  hymns  until  she  breathed  her  last. 

An  hour  or  two  before  the  spirit  quit  her  body,  ral 
lying  after  a  period  of  sinking  pulse,  and  looking  around 
inquiringly,  almost  sorrowfully,  she  said,  "Oh!  I  am  here 
yet,'1  and  added,  repeating  the  words  several  times, 
"Precious  Savior,  come  and  take  me — take  me  home ;  yes, 
take — me — home,  I  am — so  tired.  Precious — Savior, 
I — want — to  rest."  Then  after  a  pause,  "Sing,"  she 
whispered.  And  while  the  friends  responded  in  soft 
strains,  in  a  little  while  was  answered  that  pleading  pray 
er,  which,  with  but  few  changes  was  paraphrased  and 
used  at  her  funeral  services,  as  follows  : 

Precious  Savior,  come  and  take  me. 

Come  and  take  me — take  home  : 
I  am  tired,  yes,  oh  so  weary. 

Quickly,  Jesus,  quickly  come. 

Here  I  wait  with  patient  longing. 

Wait  and  yearn  for  rest  above. 
Where  the  ransomed  myriads  thronging. 

Sing  for  ever  Jesus  love. 


Departed  this  life,  Kirksville,  Missouri,   March  31,    1880,   after   10  days, 

severe  illness,  little  Aileen,  only  child  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  D.  C. 

Pierce,  aged  three  years,  five  months  and  three  days. 

Alas !  why  did  the  Reaper  come 

My  precious  child  to  glean  ? 
As  ripest  wheat,  why  gather  home 

So  quickly  my  Aileen? 

One  clay  she  smiled,  but  soon  she  paled 
And  fled  this  rude  earth  scene, — • 

But  peace !  for  saints  on  high  have  hailed 
My  Angel-pet  Aileen. 

Dear  Father,  help  me  bear  my  grief, 

So  dark,  so  unforeseen ! 
O  give  my  breaking  heart  relief 

From  loss  of  sweet  Aileen. 

No!  no!  "not  lost,  but  gone  before" 

To  bowers  ever  green  : 
O  draw  me  there,  forevermore. 

To  find  and  love  Aileen. 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  cry ; 

My  heart  from  earth-things  wean  ; 
()  fix  and  keep  my  love  on  high, 

Where  thou  hast  blest  Aileen. 


72  AlLKKN. 

Then,  while  1  walk  this  lonely  world, 

My  faith  on  Christ  will  lean, 
Till  He  escort  through  gates  empearled 

To  His  and  my  Aileen. 

May  "our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  himself,  and  God,  even  our  Father, 
which  hath  loved  us,  comfort  the  hearts"  of  these  young  parents;  and  may 
this  trial  of  their  faith  "be  found  unto  praise  and  honor  and  glory  at  the 
appearing  of  Jesus  Christ." — z  Thess.  2:  16:  i  Pet.  i:  17. 


OR 

FAITH  AND  HOPE  TEMPERING  GRIEF. 

Lines  dedicated  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Dr.  Flagg  on  the  translation  to  the  bet 
ter  land,  November  23,  1881,  of  their  dear  child, 
Courtney  Campbell,  aged  eight  years. 

The  grass  will  soon  greensward  the  grave 
Of  our  dear  child  the  Father  gave 
In  richest  mercy;  then  in  time, 
Which  with  himself  before  was  hid, 
Recalled  to  his  own  purer  clime, 
To  live  and  love  and  serve  amid 
The  sainted  hosts  so  happy  there, 
Forevermore  the  joy  to  share. 

He  was  the  first  whose  form  we  laid 
-So  softly  in  the  tomb  new-made 
While  aching  hearts  in  silence  prayed, 
Asking  submission  to  His  will 
Whose  word  assures  he  loves  us  still, 
E'en  though  His  chastening  hand  appears ; 
Yes,  first,  and  yet  of  tender  years, 
A  gentle  mannered,  gladsome  boy. 
Whose  presence  was  a  household  joy. 

Not  youngest,  but  our  fondest  pet ; 
Sweet  smiles  his  face  in  mem'ry  yet, 
And  fancy  plainly  pictures  oft, 
(While  looks  the  eye  of  faith  aloft.) 


74  SORROW    ASSUAGED. 

His  form  through  all  those  happy  days, 
When,  full  intent  upon  his  plays, 
He  frolicked  in  his  antic  ways. 

How  oft  he  sported  with  his  kite, 
And  keenly  watched  its  hov'ring  height ; 
Or  culled  and  boquetted  pretty  flowers : 
Or  pitched,  mid  shading  garden  bowers. 
His  Lilliputian,  camp-like  tent, 
Where,  on  enjoyment  sweetly  bent. 
He  fain  would  sit  and  play  for  hours 
With  infant  sister,  cat  and  doll ; 
Then,  when  released,  would  toss  his  ball, 
Or  play  at  train,  or  mock  brass-band, 
Yet  prompt  respond  to  each  command 
Of  parents  who  might  call  him  hence — 

Ah!  this  their  love's  sweet  recompense. 
To  know  and  now  remember  well 
His  bent  for  books,  and  how  he'd  sell 
Knick-knacks  when  he  would  play  at  store 
Or  build  a  harness-shop  with  door 
And  bench  and  fixtures  all  complete : 
Or  speed  on  errands  down  the  street : 
Or  toy  his  mimic  wagon  round  : 
Or  dig  a  trench  :  or  heap  a  mound. 

But  more  than  all,  it  helps  to  bear 
The  bowing  heart's  deep  load  of  grief, 
And  flashes  to  the  mind  relief. 
To  think  of  his  sweet  uttered  prayer, 
His  "Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep," 
And  feel  the  Lord  his  soul  doth  keep : 
And  that  in  love,  for  "Jesus'  sake," 
The  Lord  to  Heaven  his  soul  did  take. 


SORROW  ASSUAGED.  75 

O  God,  may  we  each  be  so  blest 
As  safe  to  gain  the  same  sweet  rest, 
And  clasp  our  darling  to  our  heart 
No  more  from  him  to  rudely  part, 
But  roam  with  joy  celestial  plains, 
And  chant  the  high,  ecstatic  strains 
That  rise  from  all  the  heavenly  host 
To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 
Thine  answer,  Lord,  do  not  refrain, 
But  grant  for  sake  of  Christ,  Amen. 


Etta. 


After  a  sudden  and  severe  attack  of  Spinal  Meningitis,  called  from  earth 
to  a  sunnier  clime.  March  4,    1883,    Etta  May,  little 
daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Samuel  J.  Ross,         , 
aged  twenty   months. 

(The  following  lines  are  meant  to  suggest  the   true 
source  of  consolation  in  trial.) 

There  is  a  bright  celestial  city  in  the  heavenly  land  above. 
Where  Jesus  has  prepared  a  home  for  all   who   seek   his 

love; 
And,  as  surely  as  he  has  prepared  and  keeps    a   place    in 

store, 
He  comes  and  takes  his  children  to  himself   forevermore. 

CHORUS. 

There  he  now  has  called  your  darling,  yes,  your  precious, 
precious  child, 

And  is  calling  you  to  follow :  so,  dear  friends,  be  recon 
ciled  ; 

Trust  alone  the  blessed  Savior,  and  then,  at  the  appoint 
ed  day 

He'll  take  you  home  to  clasp  again  your  darling  Etta  May. 

When  He  tabernacled  here    below,    and    from    his    lips 

distilled 
Such  precious  truth  as  oft  the  heart  with  hope  and  rapture 

filled. 

70 


ETTA   MAY.  77 

He  encouraged  those  who  brought  their  children,   asking 

him  to  bless, 
By  enfolding  them  within  His  arms  in   tenderest   caress. 

And  He  also  spoke  those  cheering  words,   responding   to 

their  plea, 

'Permit  the  children  and  forbid  them  not  to  come  to   me  ; 
For  such  make  up  the  kingdom  which  is   ruled   by   truth 

and  grace, 
And  even  now  their  angels  do  behold  my  Father's   face.1 


Lines  affectionately  dedicated    to  President   and  Mrs.  J.    P.    Blanton, 
Kirksville,   Missouri.    1886. 

Their  charming  boy,  Roy  McMillan,  was  taken 
from  their  arms  a  few  weeks  ago.  Their  equally  precious 
child,  Joseph  Norton,  was  called  up  higher  during  their 
residence  in  Mexico,  Missouri,  a  few  years  since.  But 
sustaining  grace  irradiates  sorrow  with  blessed  hope. 

As  steals  a  sly  zephyr  thro"  fair  garden  bowers, 

Or  toys  with  the  tasseling  corn ; 
As  softly  the  sun  kisses  dew-tears  from  flowers, 

That  smile  in  the  freshness  of  morn ; 
So,  stealthily  soft  came  the  call  from  on  high 

That  summoned  our  beautiful  boy, 
And,  hushed  as  an  angel-wing  mounting  the  sky, 

Ascended  the  soul  of  dear  Roy. 

The  home-nest  is  void  of  its  pet  doveling  now, 

The  light  on  its  portal  is  pale ; 
Our  spirits,  like  tempest-swept  rushes  that  bow, 

Are  prone  'neath  a  sorrow-fraught  gale. 
The  darlings  still  left  us  seem  heartless  at  play, 

Bereft  of  the  soul   of  their  joy ; 
How  empty  our  arms  with  the  baby  away : 

Oh!  we  so  miss  our  dear  little  Roy. 
78 


MORTON  AND    ROY.  79 

But  the  family  bosom,  touched  heavy  with  grief, 

Spontaneously  sighing  its  moan, 
On  the  Saviour,  submissive,  would  lean  for  relief. 

Since  he  has  but  taken  his  own. 
For  hark!     '-Suffer  the  children  to  come  unto  me" 

Are  the  words  He  still  yet  doth  employ, 
And  thence  we  derive  gracious  solace,  for  He 

Has  but  called  to  Himself  darling  Roy. 

There,  there,  with  his  brother  so  long  gone  before 

To  abide  in  the  mansions  above, 
Will  he  coo  in  his  infantile  speech  o'er  and  o'er, 

While  they  both  bask  forever  in  love  ; 
And  there,  when  at  length  in  his  mercy  the  Lord 

Shall  depute  us  His  angel  convoy, 
Most  joyfully  mounting,  we'll  share  the  reward 

Heaven  showers  on  Morton  and  Roy. 


Called  from  its  mother's  breast  to  the  Saviour's  arms, 
March  30,  1888,  after  nearly  two  weeks'  illness,  Laura 
Mabel,  precious  child  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  William  Patterson, 
residing  three  miles  east  of  Harmony,  Minnesota.  This 
dear  babe  was  about  two  years  old.  Its  death  was  the 
first  in  its  father's  and  grandfather's  family.  As  the  hearts 
of  the  stricken  parents  now  cling  the  more  tenderly 
around  their  only  remaining  child,  four  years  of  age,  put 
ting  their  trust  in  Him  who  so  earnestly  said:  "Surfer 
little  children,  and  forbid  them  not,  to  come  unto  me,'' 
their  united  and  heartfelt  expression  may  be — 

O  God  of  mercy,  let  Thy  grace 

Our  bleeding  hearts  enable 
To  bear  this  stroke,  thy  will  embrace, 

And  yield  to  Thee  dear  Mabel. 

At  gathering  night  and  rising  morn, 

By  crib,  or  chair,  or  table. 
Still  vividly  we  see  the  form 

Of  precious  Laura  Mabel. 

We  cannot,  cannot  realize 

Nor  would,  it  seems,  if  able. 
That  we  no  more  this  side  the  skies 

Shall  greet  our  darling  Mabel. 

Yet  this  may  never,  never  be. 
As  soon  might  truth  turn  fable ; 

With  Thee,  O  Lord,  in  heaven  with  Thee 
Now  sings  our  cherub  Mabel. 


MABEL.  g, 

O  then,  well-grounded  faith  impart ; 

Assured  hope  make  stable, 
That  we  shall  there  clasp  to  our  heart, 

And  ever  love  dear  Mabel. 


Duiyfet. 

TAKEN  IN  WISDOM  AND  IN  LOVE. 

Removed  from  the  parental  arms  on  earth  to  the 
Father's  house  above,  after  a  short  illness,  July  27,  1888, 
George  Dwight,  the  tender,  bright,  happy  babe  of  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  L.  C.  Fry,  of  the  First  Presbyterian  church, 
Minneapolis,  Minnesota,  aged  eight  months  and  five  days. 
In  March,  1881,  their  equally  precious  child,  Charles 
Luther,  was,  after  much  suffering,  called  back  to  Him  who 
gave,  at  the  age  of  a  little  over  nineteen  months.  Two 
children  in  Heaven!  What  a  treasure!  How  are  the 
parents  honored !  By  grace  through  faith  may  each  be 
enabled  to  say, — 

So  early  from  the  strife, 
Of  this  brief,  darksome  life, 

To  Heaven's  eternal  light: 
To  peace  and  joy  above, 
In  wisdom  and  in  love, 

God  took  thee,  darling  Dwight. 

As  it  has  ever  been. 

The  treach'rous  power  of  sin 

And  wickedness  of  men 

Still  yet  diffuse  their  blight ; 
But  now,  safe  from  all  this, 
To  everlasting  bliss, 
Where  Jesus  ever  is. 

Thou  hast  escaped,  dear  Dwight. 

From  sorrow  everywhere, 
And  heart-oppressing  care, 
Which  all  on  earth  must  share, 
Thou  well  hast  taken  flight : 


DARLING  DWIGHT.  83 

So,  from  its  grief  beguiled, 
My  heart  is  reconciled, 
Tho'  parted  from  my  child, 
My  own  beloved  D wight. 

The  Saviour  in  rich  mercy 
Has  surely  gained  for  thee 
A  wondrous  victory 

O'er  sin  and  death  and  night; 
No  more  shall  dark  unrest 
Stir  turmoil  in  thy  breast, 
Nor  any  fear  molest 

Thee,  Heaven-peaceful  Dwight. 

And  when  at  length  I,  too, 
Shall  drop  this  earth-dim  view, 
And  mount  through  ether  blue, 
To^  mansions  ever  new 

Winging  my  joyful  flight ; 
The  first  at  glory's  gate, 
(Each  standing  by  his  mate,) 
To  greet  to  Heaven's  estate, 
My  two  lambs  may  await — 

My  Charlie  and  my  Dwight. 

We,  then,  for  bliss  begun, 
And  all  our  Lord  has  done 
For  us  beneath  the  sun, 
While  endless  ages  run, 

Will  join  the  white-robed  throng. 
Palms  waving  to  our  King, 
Before  him  we  will  fling 
Our  crowns,  and  ever  sing 
Till  Heaven's  arches  ring 

With  the  triumphant  song. 


(Composed  when  studying  Campbell's  Philosophy  of  Rhetoric  at  College, 
1854.     Revised,  1891.) 

"TEXT.— UP  THE  HIGH  HILL  HE  HEAVED  THE  HUGE  ROUND  STONE.' 

How  this  slow  line  with  clearness  shows 
The  way  Spondaic  measure  goes  ; 
With  stately  tread  it  moves  along, 
As  marching  to  a  funeral  song. 

It  also  shows  the  poet's  skill 

In  imitating  nigh  at  will 

The  thought  in  words,  the  sense  in  sound, 

Which  is  a  beauty  rarely  found. 

What  he  would  tell  was  hard  to  do, 
Requiring  strength  and  courage,  too. 
Of  course,  with  slowness  must  he  go 
Who  heaved  a  huge  round  stone  up  so. 

He  tug  and  toil  and  lift  and  shove 
Must,  it  to  raise  an  inch  above. 
Nor  dare  he  quit  his  hold  for  ease. 
Or  stop  and  rest  whene'er  he  please. 

The  difficulty,  sure,  was  great ; 
(Which  was  poor  Sysiphus's  fate:) 
But  quite  as  great  to  make  the  rhyme 
Suit  it  in  greatness  and  in  time. 


SYSIPHUS'S  PUNISHMKNT. 

Come,  scan  it  well  and  see  the  art 
Which  is  displayed  in  every  part ; 
All  things  accrue  which  could  combine 
To  slow  the  movement  of  the  line. 

And  first,  long  syllables,  indeed, 

Assist  the  poet  to  succeed ; 

These  imitate,  as  is  perceived. 

How  up  high  hills  huge  stones  are  heaved. 

The  aspirated  "h"  next  shows 
How  slowly  with  his  load  he  rose. 
We  almost  think  we  see  him  still 
Heaving  his  huge  round  stone  up  hill. 

These  two  combined  the  poet  used. 
As  on  poor  Sysiphus's  fate  he  mused ; 
While  either  one  would  show  alone 
How  slowly  he.  with  struggle  and  groan, 
Must  heave  up  hill  his  huge  round  stone. 


Our  Christmas  Ship, 


A  miniature  ship  is  to  be  constructed  and  the  presents  for  the  children  hung  on 
the  rigging  and  packed  in  the  hold.  The  song  is  to  be  sung  when  the  curtain 
rises,  or  when  tiie  exercisos  begin.  Words  and  music  by  Rev.  J.  S.  BOYD. 


i.      Shfys  with  slow  or    rap  -  id  motion.    Sailing  o  -  ver    every  ocean,  To 

'2.  See  her  mottood  sails  yet  streaming, Hull  and  masts  with  presents  teemingWith 

3.     Months  away  to  gather  treasure,  Her  return  we  hail  with  pleasure,   A 


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Christmas  ship  we   hail, 


Christmas  ship,  our  Christmas  ship  we  hail, 


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Ships  with  slow  or  rapid  motion, 
Sailing  over  every  ocean 
To  boys  and  girls  rare  gifts  are  bringing  : 
Our  Christmas  ship  we  hail  with  singing. 

Ship  ahoy!  to  harbor  sailing: 
Cargo  packed  from  hold  to  railing 
Displays  a  wealth  undreamed  by  banker: 
Our  Christmas  ship,  here  cast  your  anchor. 

See  her  mottoed  sails  yet  streaming, 
Hull  and  mast  with  presents  teeming 
Hint  top  and  toy  for  youth  and  maiden  : 
Our  Christmas  ship  is  richly  laden. 

Orange,  apple,  cake  and  candy, 
Book,  ball,  bat  and  doll  —  a  grandee  : 
Both  fore  and  aft  such  trinkets  twinkle, 
Our  Christmas  ship  we  call  Kris  Kringle. 

Months  away  to  gather  treasure, 
Her  return  we  hail  with  pleasure  ; 
A  quicker  trip  all  would  love  dearly, 
Our  Christmas  ship  comes  only  yearly. 


It  was  the  departing  college  graduate  who  heaved  a 
psi. — [Louisville  Courier  Journal. 

That  was  when  he  beta  retreat. — [Boston  Commer 
cial  Bulletin. 

And  sang  with  feeling  Omega-n. — [New  York  Com 
mercial  Advertiser. 

It  was  alpha  the  best  he  left  when  he  did,  as — but 
phi!  Some  one  should  have  delta  blow  at  these  jokes, 
which  are  all  Greek  to  us. — [Boston  Transcript. 

Now  who  will  kappa  climax  to  this  gamma-n? — [In 
dependent. 

We  won't:  but  somebody  should  have  lambda  rho  of 
these  Greek  punsters.  They  never  ought  to  eta  notherpi. 
— [Interior. 

Just  so — 

For  each  one  nu 
The  student's  psi — 
"Omikron-y, 

My  Alpha!"  then 

Was  like  the  mu, 

The  ph-ph-phi. 

Or  rho-ring  moan 

Emitted  when 

A  kata  pi 

Doth  eta  lone. 

And  others  x-i 

Because  they've  none. 
If  he  beta  retreat  once  again,  let  his  song, 
Not  his  psi.  be,  "O  phi!   come,  my  Alpha  along." 
Boy — (delta  ephelkustikon.) 


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PART  OF  RESPONSE    HOR   A\ANY  VALUAULK  AND  SUITABLE  PRESENTS 
ON  THE  OCCASION — JANUARY  25,  1879. 

Dear  friends,  who  give  this  glad  surprise, 
Excuse  the  faltering  tongue  that  tries 
To  pay  meet  thanks,  but  fails  command : 
For,  whelmed  with  ''joy"1  on  every  hand 
By  welcoming  scores  in  crowded  room, 
A  blush  becomes  a  bashful  groom. 

And  so.  without  time's  longer  aid. 
His  fullest  thought  must  go  unsaid. 
But  still,  to  all  he'd  now  express 
At  least  a.  word  of  thonkfulness. 

These  food-supplies  now  ail  our  own 
With  which  you  make  our  pantry  groan  : 

These  piled-up  rows  of  China  ware. 
Gold-banded,  blue,  enamelled-stone.  - 
All  these,  to  such  profusion  grown. 

Your  loyalty  and  love  declare. 

These  pyramidal  dollars  teach 

Your  kindly  wish  is  I  should  preach 

Not  without  "notes,"'  dispelling  care. 

Or  their  coin  substitute,  which  bear 

To  us,  along  with  other  acts  you  show. 

Your  kind  intention,  till  we  know 

Full  well  your  cherished,  genVous  thought. 

Yea.  friends,  by  these  our  hearts  are  taught 


CHINA  WEDDING.  93 

Your  wishings-well  are  no  mere  form, 
But  gush  from  bosoms  true  and  warm ; 
You  gather  here  like  bees  in  swarm, 
And  drip  your  sweets  from  true  heart-hives, 
To  add  new  nectar  to  our  lives. 

But  since,  to  utter  all  we  feel 

Of  gratitude  for  love  so  real, 

All  words  are  weak,  expression  slow, 

We  beg  you  each  before  you  go, 

WThile  with  your  gifts  our  table  creaks, 

Though  we  be  mum  as  untaught  Greeks, 

Believe  the  thanks  our  silence  speaks. 


Gcooc-l   \V 


MILLS  —  MELONE  —  At  the  house  of  the  bride's  parents,  near  Wilson, 
Missouri,  December  18,  1879,  By  Rev.  T.  H.  Tatlow,  of  Edina,  assisted 
by  Rev.  J.  S.  Boyd,  of  Kirksville.  Mr.  Wyinan  M.  AAills  and  Miss  Alberta 
Melone. 

My  young  friend  Mills. 
May  few  sad  ills 
Molest  the  life 
Of  you  and  wife. 
Smoothe  be  the  stream 
Of  wedded  love, 
While  mercies  teem 
From  Heaven  above 
On  all  your  way 
Till  that  glad  day. 
When  on  the  shore 
That  smiles  beyond. 
Forever  more. 
In  holier  bond 
You  live  and  love. 
And  ever  sing 
The  new.  new  song, 
Which  glad  doth  ring 
From  all  the  throng 
To  Christ  the  King 
Who  reigns  above. 


(To  A  CITY  PREACHER  FRIEND*  FOND  OF  HUNTING.) 

Dear  distinguished  Brother  from  afar,  firing  double 
shott  each  Sabbath  : — 

My  neighbor  on  the  West 
Has  ducks  that  do  their  best, 
Each  an  intruding  guest, 
Like  an  Egyptian  pest 
Which  Pharaoh   thought  no  jest, 
Forsaking  every  nest, 
To  constantly  infest, 
And  trampingly  molest 

Our  lawn  and  garden,  too. 
Oh  !  come  and  stop  their  carols 
Their  mock  and  meaning  quarrels, 
By  firing  double  barrels 

Their  Lares  et  Penates  through. 

To  Doctor  N +  report 

That  if  it  be  his  fort, 

He,  too,  may  join  the  sport 

Around  our  Tennis-court, 

And  try  his  hand  at  them ; 
Two  hunters  on  their  track, 
Each  "shot1'  entitled  "crack,'1 
Ah!  soon  will  end  each  quack 
Of  all  the  straggling  pack, 
When  through  each  head  or  back 
Both  double  barrels  whack 
Their  leaden  hail  "ker-smack,"1 

Id  omne  genus—  hem  ! 

*   Rev.  J.  W.  Allen.  D.  D.,  St.   Louis. 

t   Preaching  two  Sermons. 

1  Rev.  S.  .}.  Niccolls,  D.  D.,  St.  Louis. 


(FORA    RHYMING    SOCIABLE.) 

To  skilfully  respond  in  rhyme. 
As  duty  calls  at  this  glad  time. 

Requires  both  brain  and  pen,  sir : 
But  I  will  try  what  I  can  do, 
For  prose  seems  tame  e'er  since  I  knew 

The  first  poetic  Spencer. 

A  sprightly  school-mate  once  1  had — 
A  merry,  mischief-making  lad — 

Whose  given  name  was  Ben,  sir. 
Whose  friendship  being  tested  well, 
Proved  charming,  but  did  not  excel 

That  of  tried  friends  named  Spencer. 

Acquaintance  up  and  down  the  earth, 
Companions  of  the  rarest  worth, 
Of  lowly  or  of  noble  birth, 
Some  fond  of  money,  some  of  mirth. 

I've  gained  each  now  and  then,  sir: 
And  to  them  all  I'm  very  glad 
That  I  have  been  allowed  to  add 

These  friendly  friends  named  Spencer. 

Ambition  swells  the  heart  of  one 
To  own  a  horse,  a  hound,  a  gun . 

And  one  to  vie  as  fencer ; 
But  skill  and  will  I'll  rather  bend 
To  gain  and  claim  each  one  as  friend 

Who  sports  the  name  of  Spencer. 


FRIENDS  NAMED  SPENCER.  97 

The  prophet  John,  now  priest  and  king, 
In  vision  saw  an  angel  swing 
Before  God's  throne  a  censer; 
And  I  the  prayer  as  incense  bring 
That  I  may  there  forever  sing 
With  every  friend  named  Spencer. 


U   1 1  Lie.   !3e:iXT2. 
BP  SPECIAL  REQUEST,  FOR  A  RHYMING  SOCIABLE. 

From  what  I  can  glean,  - 

(From  the  missive,  I  mean,) 

Inviting  us  here  as  we  are: 

I  am  asked  for  a  rhyme 

With  its  jingling  chime 

On  our  friend  Willie  Bean, 

Who  is  older,  I  ween, 

Than  the  standard  sixteen, 

And  who,  constant,  is  seen, 

At  the  "mortar"*  between 

The  neighboring  "watch"  and  the  "star." 

The  vivid  sun  shines 

With  its  quivering  sheen 

On  the  tenderest  vines, 

Buudding  leaflets  of  green  : 

So  may  radiance  of  peace 

And  prosperity  glow 

On  the  hopes  of  friend  Bean  all  his  life, 

Giving  comfort  and  ease 

And  success's  sure  flow, 

Till  his  courage  increase, 

And  delighted  he  go 

Illumed  by  the  smiles  of  a  wife. 

The  chaff  of  my  brain 
Still  by  winnowing  clean, 
I  cull  one  more  grain 
Of  this  song  for  friend  Bean. 
.May  his  shadow  ne'er  wane, 
Nor  his  purse  become  lean. 

*  At  Dr.  Grove's  Drag  store  between    Dutcher's  Jewelry    store  aiut 
Hope's  Star  Dry-Goods  store. 

98 


TO  A  FRIEND  FOR  THE  GIFT  OF  A  CHRISTMAS  TURKEY. 

Acknowledgement  is  hereby  made 

Of  Christmas  gift  received ; 
Though  under  obligation  laid, 
For  kindly  thought  like  this  displayed 

We're  truly  glad,  not  grieved. 

'Twas  large  and  lucious,  fat  and  sweet, 

Beyond  beef,  pork,  or  fish  ; 
The  proof  was  when  we  all  did  eat, 
And  found  its  meat 
A  treat 
Complete 
As  epicure  could  wish. 

^ttif  Many  a  merry  Christmas  day- 
Return  to  you  below ; 
And  during  all  your  earthly  stay — 
Yea,  while  you  gobble  turkey — fnay 
Great  big  fat  gobblers  grow. 


To  Bef  f  From  Poster. 

MARRIED: — April  4,  1882,  at  the  residence  of  Mr.  George  Dodson 
Kirksville,  Mo.,  by  Rev.  J.  S.  Boyd,  Mr.  William  H.  Bell  and  Miss  C. 
Carrie  Foster. 

A  blooming  belle  Miss  Carrie  reigned 

As  long  as  she  was  Foster ; 
But  now  she  reigns  the  Bell  she  gained 

While  other  beaux  all  lost  her 

No  more  shall  friends  from  day  to  day 

Familiarly  accost  her ; 
For  liking  Bell,  she  swapped  away 

Her  maiden  name  of  Foster. 

Yes,  Mrs.  Bell,  now  Mrs.  Bell, 

No  more  plain  Carrie  Foster ; 
Nor  tongue  can  tell  the  wishings  well 

On  wedding  day  were  tossed  her. 

He  promised  he  would  cherish  her, 

And  love,  if  trials  crossed  her; 
And  she  her  Will,  through  good  and  ill, 

Made  solemn  vows  to  foster. 

Long  life  be  theirs,  and  sorrows  few ; 

Their  joy  no  sham  imposter; 
And  to  the  end  may  neither  rue 

For  Bell  she  gave  up  Foster. 


Being  an  extract,  in  part,  from  a  letter  to  the  Freeport  Journal,  sug 
gested  by  a  conversation  in  a  far  Western  home  about  old-time  friends 
away  East. 

Soon  as  discourse  began 

Our  conversation  ran 

On  old-time  friends  we  knew 

In  Pennsylvania,  true 

And  tried  and  honored  much. 

And  while  we  talked,  a  touch 

Of  seriousness  came  o'er 

The  joy  which  swelled  before 

We  viewed  the  changes  wrought 

'Mong  those  it  was  our  lot 

And  privilege  to  know 

So  many  years  ago. 

The  death  of  Mrs.  Hill 

So  lately  taking  place, 

Occasioned  us  to  trace 

Her  relatives,  until 

We  named,  in  our  review, 

By  turns  quite  all  we  knew. 

Both  John  and  George  and  James 

And  all  the  other  names 

Of  Hills  grown  up  and  small 

Our  memories  did  recall. 

The  number  was  so  great 

My  space  forbids  to  state 

Each  individual  one, 

And  editors  fcid  shun 


102  FORMER  FAR  AWAY  FRIENDS. 

Prolixity,  and  fling 
Off  matter  crisp  and  short, 
Like  Paddy's  quick  retort, 
Or  never  write  a  thing. 

But  still  our  mem'ries  ran, 
Skipping  from  man  to  man 
Of  friends  of  "Auld  Lang  Syne,'' 
Till  we  had  named  the  most 
-   Of  all  the  growing  host 
Which  fills  the  lengthening  line. 

We  spake  of  Hindmans,  Blains  : 
Of  Porterfields  and  Lanes ; 
Of  Morrisons,  Monroes, 
All  well  known,  I  suppose; 
Of  Sloans,  Kiskaddons,  Reas, 
The  singing  master  Maize  ; 
Of  Rayburns,  Brickers,  Boyds, 
Keeners,  Foremans,  Lloyds, 
Stoneciphers,  Wilsons,  with 
All  those  by  name  of  Smith  ; 
Mahaffys  rich  in  songs  ; 
Of  Redicks,  Bushes,  Longs  ; 
Of  Ralstons,  Beattys,  Halls, 
Not  far  from  Buffalo  falls  : 
Camps,  Mclntyres  and  Duff: 
Of  Pattersons,  enough 
With  Grahams,  Nobles,  Best, 
And  nearly  all  the  rest, 
Our  evening's  talk  to  close. 
But  ere  we  sought  repose, 
Our  cogitations  still 
Ran  on  like  this  at  will : 


FORMER  FAR  AWAY  FRIENDS.  103 

Of  friends  we  named  to-day 
Some  now  have  grown  quite  old, 
And  some  have  passed  away, 
While  others  swell  each  fold 
Preventing  its  decay, 
And  will  to  size  untold 
Increase  it,  till  "that  day'' 
When  Heav'n's  trumpet  rings, 
And  Christ  and  angels  come 
To  call  his  ransomed  home 
Where  saint  and  seraph  sings; 
Where  all  the  white-robed  meet, 
And  glad,  through  endless  days, 
Cast  crowns  at  Jesus"  feet, 
And  hallelujahs  raise. 

There,  when  the  nations  rise, 
And  all  appear  on  high, 
Mounting  the  parted  skies 
When  we  shall  upward  fly, 
Then  well  may  it  be  known 
That  all  these  friends  from  West 
And  East,  among  the  blest. 
Worship  before  God's  throne, 
Joining  with  glad  accord 
Those  who  the  "New  Song"  sing 
To  Christ,  of  Kings  the  King, 
Their  everlasting  Lord. 


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(Written  while  visiting  on  the  floor  of  Conference,  held  in  Kirksville, 
Missouri,  the  spring  of  1883.) 

Like  birds  which  fly  together, 
When  stormy,  wintry  weather 
Approaching  from  the  North, 
Begins  to  fleet  them  fortli 
Far  toward  a  Southern  clime. 
To  tarry  there  a  time, 
Enjoying  food  and  ease 
'Mid  evergreens  and  trees, 
Regaled  by  balmy  breeze, 
Until  the  winter  goes, 
And  every  birdling  knows 
The  time  has  come  again 
For  one  more  long  campaign, 
In  active,  glad  employ, 
In  ways  that  birds  have  joy  : 

So,  up  from  charges  far  and  near, 

At  end  of  one  more  conference  year, 

In  cumulating  flocks  appear 

The  Methodistic  hosts,  and  steer 

Direct  to  Kirksville  —  happy  place, 

Where  each  with  unelongate  face, 

And  smile  of  heart,  begins  to  trace 

To  each  the  blessed  work  of  grace 

Which  has  been  granted  on  his  field, 

And  which  he  hopes  shall  ever  yield 

Increasingly  the  richest  fruit, 

Such  as  no  human  may  compute  ; 

And  where,  without  more  tedious  mention, 

All  conference  duties  claim  attention. 


MISSOURI  CONFERENCE.  105 

With  Bishop  Andrews  in  the  chair — 
Courtly,  prompt  and  firm,  yet  fair — 
The  Elders  make  their  year's  review ; 
The  Preachers  and  the  Deacons,  too, 
Report  the  work  that  each  has  done, 
The  monies  raised,  the  victories  won 
By  help  of  God  for  grace  and  truth 
Among  the  adults  and  the  youth 
Upon  the  field  where  each  has  wrought, 
And  prayerfully  ever  sought 
To  bring  the  Truth  to  all  who  hear, 
Whose  souls  the  Lord  himself  holds  dear, 
And  sends  His  servants  to  proclaim 
Salvation  free,  since  in  His  name. 

But  pressing  duties  claiming  time, 
When  scarce  begun  must  end  my  rhyme, 
With  wishings  well, 

Both  now  and  hence, 
For  all  who  swell 

This   conference. 

May  grace  and  peace 

From  God  be  given 

Till  work  shall  cease. 

And  all  in  Heaven 

Shall  meet  and  count  their  mercies  o'er. 
And  be  engaged  for  evermore 
In  their  dear  Father's  blest  employ, 
Where  all  the  service  fills  with  joy, 
And  once  admitted  to  attend 
The  Conference  shall  never  end. 

— FRATER  Visus. 


Girf 


s. 


"She  has  found  a  te-hee's  nest  with     taw-haw's  eggs  in  it. 
Old  Saying. 

"Some  girls  so  bubble  o'er  with  fun, 
That  one  te-hee  is  scarcely  done 
Till  answering  taw-haw  has  begun. 
And  thus  alternately,  indeed, 
Exploding  risibles  succeed 
Each  other  with  most  jolly  speed, 
Till  frolic,  torrent-like,  doth  pour 
Hilariously  in  teeming  roar,  — 
At  least,  in  swaying  waves  of  mirth, 
Which  show  of  sprightliness  no  dearth. 

They,  tickled,  talk  their  tiny  wit, 

And  giggle  when  there's  not  a  bit 

Of  smartness  worthy  of  a  smile. 

But  this  has  ever  been  the  style 

Since  Eve  her  saucy  girls  did  praise 

Till  they  were  spoiled  with  simpering  ways, 

And  gave  their  offspring  such  a  cast 

They  yet  te-hee  both  shrill  and  fast. 

And  shout  taw-haw  in  volumes  vast. 

And  no  doubt  will  while  time  shall  last. 

But  throbs  my  heart  no  wish  to  say  : 
Suppress  your  laughter  day  by  day  ; 
Nay,  rather,  loving  joy  it  cries  : 
Spo'ntaneous  let  it  bubbling  rise  : 
Yet,  tempered  by  discretion  wise. 
Betake  a  little  thought,  you  know. 
Of  when  and  where  your  spirits  flow. 


GIGGLING  GIRLS.  107 

This  do ;  then  wreath  with  smiles  each  face  ; 

Exuberant  cheer  is  no  disgrace. 
'Tis  good  for  health  ;  'twill  give  a  cast 

Of  hopefulness  to  character, 
Which  you  will  need  till  life  is  past ; 

And  which  on  others  will  confer 
Much  real  good.     So,  then,  abate 

No  jot  or  tittle  of  your  joy ; 
As  it  grows  ripe  and  more  sedate, 

'Twill  be  towards  Heaven  a  blest  convoy. 


OT2 


(To  all  the  kind  friends  who,  by  joint  and  liberal  contribution,  lately 
furnished  means  for  the  purchase  of  a  new  buggy,  these  lines  are  respect - 
*ully  and  affectionately  dedicated.  May,  1884.) 

I  years  agone 

Have  ridden  on 
All  sorts  of  craft  with  keels, 

As  row-boat,  wheel-boat, 

Skiff,  canoe, 

Canal-boat,  keel-boat, 

Flat-boat,  too, 
At  times  myself  the  only  crew ; 

But  now,  from  you 

A  'spanking'  new 
And  shining  buggy  hints  your  view 

Is  that  I,  who 

Oft  rowed  askew, 
Shall  straightway  ride  on  wheels. 

Yes,  your  kind  act 

The  certain  fact 
'Substantially1  reveals 

That,  to  and  fro, 

When  quits  the  snow, 

And  zephyrs  blow ; 

While  valleys  low 

And  hill-tops  glow 

With  sunbeams  flow : 

When  farmers  sow; 

When  reapers  mow ; 

108 


ON  WHEELS.  109 


When  Autumn  leaves  the  way  bestrow ; 

Or  fast  or  slow, 

You'd  have  me  go 
From  place  to  place  on  wheels. 

While  then  I  take 
Your  gift  so  rare 
I  '11  not  forbear 
This  vow  to  make  : 
By  streamlets  side : 
'Neath  forests  pride ; 
O'er  prairie  plains 
That  undulate ; 
Through  fenced  lanes 
Stretched  far  and  straight ; 
Past  farm  and  field 
Which,  fertile,  yield 
Their  varied  crop 
Of  grass  and  grain 
Or  rich-hued  stalks 
Of  tasseling  maize, 
Where,  unconcealed. 
With  scarce  estop, 
Through  sun  or  rain 
In  lazy  flocks 
The  cattle  graze, 
Or,  back  and  forth 
Between  the  rows 
The  plowman  goes 
From  South  to  North 
Or  East  to  West 
To  do  his  best 
To  kill  the  weeds 
And  help  the  corn  : 


no  ON  WHEKLS. 

Where  duty  leads, 

At  night  or  morn 
As  stealthy  time  behind  us  steals 

Till  mine  is  past, 

And  cycles  vast 

Begin  to  be 
The  ages  of  eternity, 

I'll  try,  D.  V., 

No  work 

To  shirk 
But  do  my  best  on  wheels. 

And  I  may  add,  as  preachers  do. 

Although  quite  through. 

A  head  or  two 

Without  verbosity 

To  say  what's  true  : 

Your  generosity 

Emotion  starts. 

And  to  my  heart's 
Deep  gratitude  appeals. 

My  thanks  receive : 

Yea,  more ;  believe 
My  new  resolve  and  prayer  to  be 
That  I  will  toil  more  faithfully. 
And  you  may  richer  blessings  see, 

Long  as  I  serve  on  wheels. 


The  MISTER  Faculty  rhymed; 
PROFESSORS  now  out-timed, 
Like  broken  bells  unchimed. 

(In  1884  the  decree  went  forth,  self-evolved,  from  the  male  members 
of  the  Faculty  of  the  First  Missouri  State  Normal  School  that,  in  address 
ing,  or  speaking  of,  each  other,  they  would  say  MISTER  instead  of  PRO 
FESSOR,  and  would  insist  upon  all  the  students  doing  the  same.) 

Plain  Mister  Blanton 
Was  leaving  Staunton 
To  take  a  jaunt  on 
The  cars  to  Canton. 

When  Mister  Nason, 
With  smiles  his  face  on, 
Out-hubbing  those  assaulting  Jason, 

All  HORS^  DE  SAISON, 

Touched  off  a  caison  ; 

Whereat  Miss  Jayne, 
Shocked  by  the  strain, 
Took  awful  pain 
Within  her  brain : 

And  poor  Miss  Owen. 
To  pallor  grown, 
Began  to  moan 
In  doleful  tone ; 


ii2  JINGLE. 

But  spry  Miss  Prewitt, 
Soon  as  she  knew  it, 
Sought  to  undo  it; 

And  Mister  Sheldon, 
As  usual  well  done, 
The  camphor  held  on, 
While  others  yelled  on  : 

But  Mister  Barnard, 
As  much  cornered 
As  if  garnered ; 
His  thoughts  criss-cross 
And  all  at  a  loss, 

Called  Mister  Ross 
To  quickly  toss 
The  healing  moss, 

Which  Mister  Paden 
•  Late  at  New  Baden 
Found,  and  which  laid  on, 

Mister  Me  Fadon 
Declared  the  maiden, 
(If  it  but  stayed  on,) 

Would  early  view  it 
Well,  as  Miss  Prewitt 
Before  she  knew  it ; 

And  thus  condone 
The  moaning  tone 
Of  scared  Miss  Owen  : 

Yea,  all  the  pain 
Would  quit  the  brain 
Of  shocked  Miss  Jayne : 


JINGLE.  113 

And  all  the  rest, 
No  more  oppressed 
With  turmoil  breast, 
Might  drop  their  care, 
And  cease  to  wear 
Disheveled  hair; 
Yea,  soon  might  share 
Complete  repair 
From  all  the  scare 
Which  did  appal ; 
Nor  longer  there 
As  startled  stare, 
As  if  a  lair 
Of  lions  glare 
Their  eye-balls  square 
Upon  them  all. 

No  point  in  this  ? 
I  '11  bet  a  kiss 
With  any  Miss, 
No  worse  the  "machine,11 
In  its  limp,  I  ween, 
Than  in  Mister  is  seen 
When  Professor  you  mean. 


A  Little  Girl  to  Her  Canary, 


REV  J.  S.  B. 


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And  calling  Allie's  pet 
To  trill  more  shrilly  yet. 


TO    LITTLE   MISSES   GERTRUDE    BROWNLEE  AND   ALICE    TORRANCE, 
BROOKFIELD,  MISSOURI,  APRIL  ,1876. 


Birdie  with  the  spotted  wing, 
Now  I  want  to  hear  you  sing. 
Trill  to  me  a  warbling  song ; 
I  will  try  to  sing  along. 

CHORUS. 

O  birdie,  birdie,  sing 
Chee-link,  chee-link,  chee-ling! 
Chir-up,  chir-up,  chiree! 
How  sweet  your  song  to  me. 

Birdie,  first  sing  soft  and  low ; 
Then  your  notes  may  bolder  grow, 
Till  by  trilling  with  your  might 
All  shall  hear  you  with  delight. 

Birdie,  I  will  give  you  feed. 
Cuttle-bone,  canary  seed, 
Water,  cake,  and  everything, 
If  for  me  you  daily  sing. 


A  voluntary  and  liberal  gift,  which,  as  a  great  surprise,  came  for 
the  purchase  of  a  Type  Writer,  at  a  time  when  my  right  hand  had  been 
severely  crippled  by  the  bite  of  a  cat. 

No  song  of  thrush 
On  swaying  tree 
Amid  the  corn ; 
Nor  radiant  blush, 
(As  oft  we  see,) 
Of  rosy  morn ; 
No  sudden  flush 
Of  victory 
When  armies  vie ; 
No  Boreal  rush 
Of  mystery 
In  Northern  sky ; 
No  mellow  gush 
Of  symphony 
Upon  the  ear: 
Nor  soothing  hush 
Of  reverie 

When  stars  appear ; — 
No  one  of  these. 
Nor  all  combined, 
Could  so  well  please 
And  thrill  the  mind ; 
Could  wake  delight, 
Bring  joy  as  guest 
To  such  a  height 
Within  the  breast, 
As  when  you  write, 
And  make  request 


n8  THAT  BANK  CHECK. 

With  warm  behest 
That  I  accept 
What  you  deem  best 
And  kind  enclose 
As  an  adept 
Whose  goodness  flows, 
And  ever  grows, 
With  blessing  fraught 
In  ways  unthought, 
Afresh,  anew, 
Each  deed  you  do. 

Ah !  no  one  knows, 
(As  I  suppose,) 
How  quickly  then 
Emotion  crept, 
And  grew,  until 
By  turns  I  laughed 
With  right  good  will, 
And  felt  a  tear 
Bedim  my  sight, 
As  often,  when 
The  Summer  night 
Just  dawned  to  light, 
Dew-drops  appear, 
And  smile  outright 
Without  a  mite 
Of  shrinking  fear. 

Hence,  now,  imbued 
With  pleasing  zest 
Of  gratitude 
Which  swells  a  breast 
Whose  attitude 


THAT  BANK  CHECK.  119 

Is  warm  and  true, 
With  amplitude 
Of  real  delight 
The  muse  I  woo, 
To  help  indite 
Fit  thanks  to  you, 
And  with  the  flight 
Of  carrier  bird, 
Or  lightning's  wing, 
To  expedite 
Each  honest  word 
1  grateful  sing 
Until  it  come 
And  thankful  ring 
Within  your  home. 

But  how  shall  I    in   meet   terms   praise  your  genVous 

gift? 

To  Oases  of  sunlight,  poured  forth  through  a  rift 
In  overhanging  clouds,  I  might  compare  it  well, 
Since  coming  as  it  did,  not  fluent  pen  can  tell 
How  much  its  radiant  sunshine  tended  to  expel 
The  somber  hues  which  strange  affliction  had  just  thrown, 
In  cloud-like  pall,  around  our  late  most  happy  home. 

Or,  I  might  liken  it  to  Southern  Summer  breeze, 
Enwafting  aroma  from  Myrrh  and  Cassia  trees, 
Distilling  balm  of  health,  with  happiness  and  hope, 
Discounting  far  the  joys  of  mitred  Priest  or  Pope, 
Who,  kept  by  Peter-pence  and  long  tax-gathered  stores 
Know  not  the   heart-thrill   of   love-prompted   gifts   like 
yours. 

I  metaphor  and  trope,  might  into  service  press, 
Might  quote  from  Latin,  Greek,  and  phrase  of   modern 
Gaul, 


Jo  THAT  BANK  CHECK. 

Yet,  nothing  clad  in  prose,  or  choice  poetic  dress, 
Well-studied  or  off-hand,  could  suitably  extol 
The  sympathy  substantial  dealt,  betimes,  indeed, 
By  you  to  chosen  friends  in  crises  of  their  need. 

Then,  since  expression  wanes 

And  figures  fail,  I  may 
Cut  short  my  growing  rhyme, 

And  only  simply  say  : 

With  quick'ning  throb  my  heart  would  now  out-pour 
Of  gratitude  its  earnest,  honest  store, 
While  your  surpassing  generosity 
I  celebrate  without  verbosity 

Or  simulated  speech,  but  yet  with  words, 
Not  meaningless,  but  quite  sincere  and  true, 
Expressing  real,  joyous  thanks  to  you, 

Spontaneous  as  the  morning  songs  of  birds. 

These  thanks,  O  please,  accept, 

And  be  assured,  beside, 
Of  prayer  that  you  be  kept, 

That  yours,  too,  may  abide 
Beneath  the  sheltering  wings 

Of  Him,  whose  matchless  love 
His  own  most  surely  brings 

At  length  safe  home  above. 

May  good  things  all  along 

Life's  pathway  be  your  share. 
Evolving  health  and  song 

And  peace  beyond  compare  ; 
And  when  this  life  is  o'er. 

May  you,  as  your  reward, 
Enjoy  forevermore 

The  "well-done"  of  your  Lord. 


oifv   .Ma.te.tl 

OR 
A  WELL  "MIX'VED    MARRIAGE. 

(Lines  read  at  the  Celebration  of  the  Golden  Wedding  of  Mr.  Lean- 
der  and  Mrs.  Mary  Benr.et  Mix,  LaMoure,  North  Dakota,  February  n, 
1891.) 

Ah !  father  Mix 
Is  in  glad  fix 
With  his  dear  wife 
Henceforth  for  life. 

And  mother  Mix, 
More  sure  than  Hicks, 
Imparts  sunshine ; 
While  both  combine 
From  day  to  day 
In  lowering  weather 
To  chase  away 
All  gloom  together. 

They,  too,  rejoice 
With  look  and  voice 
And  heart's  delight 
When  days  are  bright. 

And  this  is  how 
It  came,  I  trow, 
They  two  are  one 
As  Jong  years  run, 
And  help  each  other — 
Father  and  mother. 

16  121 


122  HAPPILY  MATED. 

Stood  near  a  lake,  Niagara-drained. 

The  modest  town*  which  then  had  gained 

Not  its  late  fame,  but  yet  contained 

Some  mansions  built  of  bricks, 
Where,  more  than  fifty  years  agone, 
Among  the  elite,  if  not  bon  ton, 
In  fashion's  world  began  to  dawn 

Our  hero,  Lean1  Mix. 

In  manner  suave,  in  prompting  good, 
He,  instance  clear  of  noble  blood, 
In  military  bearing  stood 

Erect  as  General  Dix. 
No  wonder  many  a  lass  would  hear 
A  whisper  in  her  heart  ring  clear, 
If  I  but  could  I  would  appear 

The  wife  of  Lean'  Mix. 

But  when  love  once  his  bosom  swells, 
He  seeks  not  voluntary  belles  ; 
His  footsteps  ring  through  Northward  dells, 
Where  vouched  for  fact,  not  fable,  tells 

His  own  sweet-heart  he  picks, 
And  siege  at  once  lays  to  her  heart. 
Which,  stormed  and  pierced  by  Cupid's  dart. 
Feels  each  sweet  wound  no  hostile  smart, 
But  corresponding  love  doth  start, 

Encouraging  young  Mix. 

Yes,  where  flowed  Tawnawanda  through 
Its  vale,  'mong  Presbyterians  blue, 
Our  heroine  from  girlhood  grew 
To  womanhood — the  time  to  woo — 
And  all  her  knowing  friends  well  knew, 


*Batavia,  New  York. 


HAPPILY  MATED.  123 

Of  belles  like  her,  so  fair,  so  true, 
Attractive,  worthy,  only  few 

E'er  stayed  in  single  fix. 
How  true  the  sentiment  of  those  ; 
And  each  to  day's  well-wisher  knows 

The  story  goes 

That  beaux 

Arose. 

And  multiplied  as  summer  crows  ; 
But  others  dallying  to  propose, 
And  matrimonial  bargain  close. 
She  gave  consent  to — Mix. 

And  well  she  did,  for  he  has  stayed 
A  loyal  husband  to  his  maid 
Through  half  a  century's  mutual  aid ; 
His  heart  affection  never  strayed, 
And  constant  still  to  her  is  paid 

As  telegraphic  clicks. 
And  friends  to  day,  a  score  or  more, 
Come  gladly  through  this  welcoming  door, 
And  true  congratulations  pour 
In  golden- wedding  wishes  for 

Father  and  mother  Mix. 

Long  years  have  passed  since  they  first  paired ; 
To  honored  age  they  have  been  spared ; 
And  all  life  long  quite  well  have  fared ; 
With  heart-full  tenderness  have  cared 

For  offspring  one  less  six : 
These  children  rise  and  call  them  blest ; 
(Though  all  have  fled  the  dear  home  nest, 
And  two  begun  eternal  rest,) 
And  we,  to  day,  join  earnest  quest 
That  God  with  grace  will  e'er  invest 

These  honored  friends  named  Mix. 


124  HAPPILY  MATED. 

But  not  to  tarry  longer  now 

In  adding  thoughts  convincing  how 

We  wish  them  well,  we'll  not  allow 

Words  growing  more  prolix. 
Yet,  all  unite  with  hearts  sincere 
In  praying  them  still  many  a  year 
All  full  of  joy,  all  free  from  fear : 
O'er  grief  may  they  not  shed  a  tear: 
Be  all  life's  journey  full  of  cheer: 
And  when  eternity  draws  near. 
May  offspring  dear 
And  all  those  here 
'Mid  Heaven's  joy  on  high  appear 

With  father  and  mother  Mix. 


hrr<\m. 

I. — TYPOGRAPHICAL  CORRECTIONS. 

Page  13,  fifth  line,  read  "kingly"  for  "kindly/" 

Page  21.  eighth  line,  read  "humbler'1  for  "humble." 

Page  40.  fourth  line,  read  "buff"  for  "bluff." 

Page  66.  eighth  line,  read  "mysterious  for  "mystery." 

Page  69,  second  line,  read  "here11  for  "her." 

Page  101.  last  line,  read  "bid"  for  "did." 

Page  in.  eighth  line,  read  "HoRS"  for  "HoRSE." 

Page  17.  fifth  line  from  bottom,  prefix  "To." 

Page  1 8.  second  line    from    bottom,    insert    "long"   after 

"hearts  " 
Page  99   fifth  line  from  bottom,  prefix  "May." 

II. — SOME  AFTER  THOUGHTS. 

Page  39,  omit  i8th  and  igth  lines  and  insert: 

"Of  yesterday's  fresh  thoughts  recall 

Of  him  the  radiant,  speaking  face. 

The  young  and  yet  old-fashioned  ways." 
Page  41,  omit  I5th  line  and  insert: 

"Intent  on  joy  as  Greece  on  Crete." 
Page  53.  7th  line,  between  "friend"  and  "he"  insert: 

"who  sat, 

And  sisterly  did  this  and  that, — 

All  things  his  need  required"- 

III. — MINOR  MENDINGS. 

Page  40,  put  "boxed"  and  "speak  a  word"  in  quotations. 

Page  48.  4th  line,  "in"  for  "iu." 

Page  69,  7th  line,  "him"  for  "bin." 

Page  92.  loth  line,  "a"  in  thankfulness. 

Page  98,  omit  "u"  in  "buuding." 

Page  113.  last  two  lines,  emphasize  "MISTER"  and  "PRO 
FESSOR." 

Page  115,  supply  "O"  in  the  middle  of  repeat  near  close 
of  tune,  and  the  first  quarter  note  on  the  page  in  the 
soprano. 


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